First encounters sentence starters.
@blindfoldcd sent: “… What are you staring at?” (from Miya, hellaverse verse!)
Quietly, talon-like nails daintily tapped against the length of his staff, his crimson eyes fixated on Lucifer's favourite little companion with a visage of something not quite readable. Everything about this individual spoke of something so very non-Hellish, and yet, from a mere glance one would not be able to tell the difference between this young woman and another Sinner.
Try as one might, Alastor wasn't quite convinced. Whether this was due to the way Lucifer kept her at his side, or the way she carried herself, there was simply something about her that spoke of a different air — he couldn't help the carnivorous curiosity of pondering what her soul may taste like.
Each movement of Alastor's was deliberate and calculated — he would not become the prey, after all.
Whence his gaze was finally noticed, not a word was said for a few breaths. Rather, he continued to stare with his unnerving crimson eyes and uncanny, perpetual smile.
❝ Why, staring, my dear? ❞ Alastor began, musing in his merry tone he oft spoke with in banter, ❝ I do apologize, my dear. You see, I couldn't help but ponder on to what makes such an inconspicuous little darling such as yourself so fascinating, that even Lucifer keeps you at his side as much as he does. ❞
