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The silence stretched between them then, thick and awkward. Not because they had nothing to say; because they had too much. Too many questions neither wanted to voice first. Too many unspoken rules from Hell suddenly meaningless here.
Vox finally stood, joints cracking in protest. Annoying. Stupid human body. “Look. All I know is we woke up like this. On Earth. Together. With all our memories and none of our powers. So, congratulations, deer boy, you’re stuck with me.”
Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling sharply through his teeth. “Let me get this straight. I have been forcibly deposited into a mortal vessel, next to you, with no warning, no explanation, and no immediate means of escape?”
“That’s the gist,” Vox said.
Alastor stared at him.
Then laughed.
Or Alastor and Vox find themselves trapped in Purgatory with human bodies.
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- Part 1 of part-time soulmate, full-time problem
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“I’ve missed you too,” Vincent confesses.
Yeah, this is– they’ve overdone it with the drinks pretty bad.
The warmth from the whiskey churns inside Alastor’s guts, making his fingers feel numb. He tears his gaze away, staring at the whiteness of the ceiling instead of whatever is behind Vincent’s eyes.
The ceiling fan rotates on its axis, not doing much to snuff out the heat of the room. Vincent’s hand is still there, cupping his face, caressing his cheek.
Vincent’s voice cuts in. “Can I kiss you?” Ever so soft.
The fan is still spinning, worthlessly.
“Do you have to ask every time?”
Or: Alastor misses Vincent and they make out. Hard.
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Vincent’s problem was always the same: he wants.
He wants, he wants, he wants. And no amount of getting or receiving will ever change that fact, will ever close the cavern inside of him that always wants more. Getting is secondary, underwhelming in comparison to the thrill of wanting. Of chasing. When he found something he wanted, he pursued it single-mindedly. He made a plan, he pulled his strings, he put every piece of the puzzle into place. That was when he was on top of the world. Receiving his prize was little more than a participation trophy, and by the time he got it he had usually already found another want. Want, want, want.
Sometimes, at night, he wondered if his luck would run out, and when. What happened when he met someone he couldn’t charm or bully into giving him what he wanted? Who was immune to his silver tongue, his clever quips, his flashy smile or a flirtatious bat of his mismatched eyes? What happened when he took a risk that didn’t pay off?
When Vincent takes a spring break trip to New Orleans to celebrate his upcoming college graduation, he may just find the answer to that question where he least expects it.
And it will alter the course of his life forever.
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When Vincent insists on leaving him in his home alone for the first time to handle something at work, Alastor makes no effort to hide his intentions of invading the man’s privacy.
He expects the superfluous amounts of wealth etched into the atmosphere in every corner of Vincent’s condo, but he doesn’t anticipate the toys made for things beyond his understanding or experience.
Alastor is interested, he is curious, and Vincent can show him everything he wants to know.
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By 37, Alastor Hartfelt had a lot of issues. The newest? While at a party in honor of one of his least favorite people alive, he was introduced to a houseguest of theirs so unbelievable that he nearly usurped that title in their first five minutes alone.
He killed men like Vincent Whittman: a Maryland transplant, eight years his junior, hand-gifted a position far exceeding his skill, simultaneously unaware of just how much he makes the lives of everyone around him worse and 100% willing to weaponize that the second it’s convenient. He would have killed him if the disappearance wouldn’t have been so easy to trace. Because now they were not only coworkers; he was also his (unwilling) tour guide to all things Louisiana. But when a night resolves in the last way Alastor expected, he realized Vincent was also three other things: still at the mercy of his hormones, easy to manipulate with praise, and so enthralled by the ‘world’ Alastor opened his eyes to that he quickly proved willing to do anything for more - from advocating for him to other whites, to scrubbing their blood off tile.
As long as they’re both getting something they want out of it, Alastor supposes it could be good to have him around.