Sleep had surprisingly come fairly easy for the young radio host that night. He wasn't sure if it was because of his fatigue from being drained of his magical essence or the fact that the argument before that had taken a toll on his person as well.
Either way it hadn't taken very long for the young brunette to slip from consciousness. The moment he had settled down and closed his eyes, he was out like a light, breathing softly in and out, his lips parted ever so slightly with his glasses close to his palm.
As the younger version of his rival slept, the small heap of a man never stirred, even when a blanket was carefully draped over his petite frame. The tiny mortal would huddle deeper into it's warmth, with only a softened sigh to show his satisfaction while he slept.
Hours would creep by before the brunette would slowly stir to life. He'd groan quietly, eyes fluttering with a grimace and a wince before slowly and hesitantly, hazel eyes would break from the long lashes blinking open.
For a moment the world around him was but a distant blur, then he'd blink a few more times to steady the picture around him. When the dots left his vision, Al first noticed that Vox was nowhere to be found. He'd stare around, but he wasn't here...
The next thing he noticed was the smell, something good, something new. Not his cooking sure, but the scent wafted with something delicious. Was he in the kitchen? The mortal sat up from where he slept, noticing the cozy blanket draped over his person.
Honeyed eyes would slowly scan the room before him. His cabin still had quite the hole in it but it looked well on it's way to being constructed again. Where splintered pieces of debris once laid, sat a calmly cleaned yet cracked floor in its place all around him. The man had kept his promise at least. A wonderful sign of improvement he guessed.
It would still take plenty of work to fix his darling home, but this was a good start. He had to wonder just how Vox was able to manage all of this in his wounded state...
Before he could really come to thoughts with that, his gaze would then follow the trail of blood he saw dribbling down upon his already battered floor. A caramel face followed the ruby line to its owners. Oh? Tugging the blanket off of him, he'd cock his head curiously at the leftover meal upon his table. Tch. Such a mess.
Was that a car battery? Hmm. Surprisingly, it made sense, he supposed.
But not even the courtesy to use his plates? How undignified. "Such a brutish eater." Alastor muttered under his breath as he held back his want to lick the blood up.
He felt rather famish himself and whatever it was Vox was cooking up was only making him realize just how hungry he truly was. Al hoped these were tourist. The last thing he needed were more locals going missing. It was starting to catch the eyes of unwanted guests. His pool of potential dinners was narrowing...
Just as his thoughts began to muddle, the kitchen door opened with a start. Alastor jolted upright like a frightened cat and with a glare, he'd swivel his head towards the noise of it opening. His scowl didn't last long. Instead, his brows eased, perking upwards at the display before him. Oh my...
Vox or...Virgil as he told him, looks like a right mess, even in his human disguise he had fashioned for him. His salt and pepper hair were messy and shaggy in upturned tuffs, he bare chest lined with bandages where silver patches could be seen smearing the first aid tape the other places they were tightly wrapped fared no better. And his eyes...
There it was again, that painful squeeze from before. That echo of something almost akin to regret. The mortals scratched knuckles turned inwards where they sat upon the somewhat cleaned floor, turning into tight fists that scraped against the wood. Alastor's gaze briefly followed the cracks in his facade, lingering over each fracture slowly.
"I'm fine." Unlike the demon, he had no hesitance to offer. With a grimace, he'd finally push himself to his feet. Albeit slowly, he was still able to stretch himself up in a stand. He would sway only once before promptly steadying himself on his feet with a shaky breath. The dizziness was still there, but he would manage.
"Better than before, anyways." Al muttered, pushing his glasses to slide back on their place upon the bridge of his nose. The blur in his vision subsiding once he did.
The brunette would dust his knees before turning to the man before him as Vox settled the bowl down between them. He was acting more awkward than usual...he could imagine why. "It's fine. This floor of mine is well acquainted with the stains." He half joked. Truly he could not count the many MANY times he ran the floor red with his latest kills. If Vox looked hard enough, he'd see ancient stains that crossed the wood from many a prize. Countless bodies had been cooked and served in this very room alone.
Happened all the time, really.
"I should be the one to ask how you fell, really. Not the other way around. What of you? Better, I'd hope?" The mortal would asked quietly, his words softer now as he took the time to look over pale cream flesh and the obvious shows of exhaustion under Virgil's eyes. Hesitatingly, Al would press forwards, stepping through the gap between them. A chocolate gaze would roam, fingers hovering over the cracks in his face...the want to touch him, to mend what he had broken intensified with the closeness...
Alastor swallowed before finally pulling back and stepping out of his personal space. What was he doing...? Tch. He'd look away then, clenching and unclenching his jaw till he'd settle with looking instead at the remains of Vox's hunt with faux interest. "Eherm...right. Well thankfully you feasts on out-of-towners. Easier to mistake their deaths with another alligator accident. Sweep it up to fools in the forest, hmm?"
Well it was nice to know the fool could cover his tracks at least. Alastor hummed in acknowledgement before leaning over to a pool of blood on the table and casually dabbing his finger in the crimson. The poor lad was hungry, he couldn't help it. He'd swipe his index finger through the puddle before bringing his stained pad to his lips with a needy whine. How long had it been since he had a cool swipe of blood on his tongue?
Alastor would lick his finger slowly, his tongue savoring the iron upon his lips. He was well aware Voxy was watching the whole thing. Ooooh, tasted like Floridians. That had a sweet taste to them~ "Mhmm, and you didn't leave me any? You dog." He purred, licking his lips like a satisfied cat once he was finished with his little sampling. Al would flash back his own demonic smile back, giving but a flash of his demon to be.
Oh? He did made him something to eat? How splendid. "I wouldn't mind trying a Virginian delicacy." He thought about his next words slowly, unsure if it was yet time to show some leniency...but he did fix his house..."In return for such a gracious meal. You may use my bathroom to shower if you wish." Alastor gestured to the mess of splattered blood all over Vox's person.
"I can smell you more the food, darling."
