#undead-air

[demonicbroadcast]

@undead-air continued from here

If this demon's intention was to get a rise out of him, he was certainly unsuccessful. Al merely tilts his head, appraising the other with a raised brow. "Just because you see a smile, don't assume you know what's behind it," he chides. He runs a hair through his locs, bones and teeth woven therein clinking, as he readjusts in his seat.

"Suppose I thought you killed for a reason. We're both from N'Orleans, after all, and I can think of hundreds of hapless men there that deserve a quick, bloody end. And I don't think that's villainous. I think that's goddamn heroic. I know I got plenty o' hurt for the color o' my skin. Texture o' my hair. Just thought I'd return the favor."

Both are mirrors of the other, gentility in a suit and tie, but beneath the veneer hides a creature hungry for slaughter. But to Al, at least, this one was too passion-led. Too shiftless. They might share a name but they didn't share motivations, or power.

Pitiful little sinner probably couldn't even see past the petty squabbles of the Pride ring.

"If you're the villain of this story, then, what have you done that's so noteworthy?"

[discoinfernos]

@undead-air asked: ❛ i've really been on a bender & it shows ❜

❛❛ You're damn right, it does, ❜❜ Husk replies, looking at Alastor with concern.

It's a cold day in Hell that Alastor comes to him voluntarily and admits he's having any sort of problem. That in itself is cause for alarm, but coupled with the fact that Alastor looks like death warmed over? Husk's brows are drawing together, frown forming on his face as he moves closer, careful not to intrude too much into Alastor's personal space. Just trying to get the other demon to meet his eyes.

❛❛ The fuck happened to you? ❜❜

[mic-check-smile]

🌙 // from @undead-air

Send me a 🌙 and I’ll have a gentle late-night talk with your muse @undead-air/ @fcwnique

"Really? You still have a radio station in Hell? Well, that sounds incredible. A shame I cannot see it. Well, yet anyways."

Alastor chuckled softly as he poured his counterpart more tea before settling the kettle between them where they sat on the sofa before the fireplace. He chuckled softly before taking a slow sip from his drink.

The midnight hour was close at hand and it seemed like neither man was in the mood to rest anytime soon. So they had settled with some idle chitchat and a cup of hot brewed tea, passing the time sharing stories and content in the memories they could muse the other with.

"It's nice to know we never forget what we love. Is that why they call you the Radio Demon?" He asked, perking a brow with a soft giggle. "Did you come up with that or is that simply the title that stuck to you from fleeing passerby's at your mere presence~'' The younger man teased, humming softly as the gentle hoot of an owl outside their window echoed through the bayou forest canopy.

"Tell me," Alastor mused finally once the birds echoing call faded into the night. "Is it everything we ever wanted? Are you truly happy, or is that smile just there to punish you?" He asked curiously, wondering if his demon would truly answer honestly with him this quiet gentle night.

"Are we...are you satisfied?"

[mic-check-smile]

" i don't think i'm particularly well-suited to the role of knight. " || from @undead-air

"To that I would agree. Yet you still were quite the knight in shiny armor the first time we met if I remember correctly enough. Perhaps there is a Knight within buried deep. I like to think so, darling~"

"I must ask however, whatever may have brought such a musing up? Going to play my protector again, hmm~?"

@undead-air

[braverson]

@undead-air says : ❛ i like to think my doubts prove i hunger for the eternal. ❜ come the slumberless to the land of nod !

thinks briefly , of own doubts . faith has been rewarded , but faith has been tested on more than one occasion . earliest memory of it eons ago , just last week when he thinks about when it happened last .

is it wrong to agree ? finds stomach churning . they really ought get along , so agreeing may be well worth it . on the other hand . . . what a thing to agree to . what a thing to confess to ! a nervous flutter of wings , might confess for him if given the chance .

❛ Ο ― i think you're , mmm , kinda right . ❜ never having a certain answer lends to eternity of discovery . thinks , at the end of it all , he'd rather just settle for eternity with his lambs . ❛ Ο ― i think it proves that , & also , a . you know , a desire for some kind of truth . ❜

[demonicbroadcast]

Elle has been left a gift, wrapped in black paper and tied with a pinkish-red bow. Inside is a small bottle of perfume; a tube of dark, slightly shimmery lipstick; and a Ma Rainey record. A note has been left with it, written in a spidery scrawl: Happy birthday to my deerest (Haha! You get it?) friend! I hope it is a wonderful one. I admit, I took quite a gander with your preferences, but the perfume is a lovely Cannibal one and the lipstick was recommended by a trusted friend. Now, I don't know how familiar you are with the lovely lady of Blues herself, but she's an old favorite of mine and seems right up your alley! I hope you enjoy, and have a fantastic year! Bonn fèt! (Happy Birthday!) Sincerely, @undead-air

It was their assistant who entered their study with the package. Elle raised a brow as it was left on their desk.

Their birthday is something they hardly mention to anyone; in fact, the only people in hell who know are Vox, and their companion, Al. And they only mentioned their birthday ONCE to the latter whilst comparing horoscopes.

But there the package was.

Elle bit down on the inside of their cheek to fight against the welling moisture in their eyes. A gender-neutral perfume called “Bleeding Heart.” A shimmering burgundy lipstick. And—

“Oh,” they murmured, cradling the record to their chest.

Of course they had Ma Rainey records already. They owned two copies of this specific one, in fact, but this was one gifted to them by… a friend. Why else would Al go out of his way to remember a silly date and send a gift?

“Hmmph. You really do care, you ol’ devil.”

@undead-air

[mic-check-smile]

HIGH: for our muses sit on top of a roof together, sharing a bottle of booze or a joint. // from @undead-air, for their adventures around New Orleans.

@undead-air

Sitting on the roof of their cabin had always been something he had done as a boy. He'd climb his way up along the vines that curled up the back column and plop there till morning, listening to the jittering cries of the crickets and the sweet melody of the bayou all around them.

Tonight was no different. He chose to climb his way up like he use too and with a little less grace as his youthful teenage years, he still managed to crawl his way up on an old beaten up tiled roof. The younger man giggled mischievously, waving his demon up after him before setting down their chosen liquor for the night and scooting to the edge with an unlit cigarette bud dangling from between his lips.

Settling in his old spot, he'd beckon his demon over besides him, patting the part of the roof next to him with his free hand while his other searched about his breast pocket for a lighter. "Mimzy said there's gonna be a big shooting star event tonight. Thought it'd be a perfect time to come crawling back up here. Heh. Haven't done this since we were kids. Mother always got so mad~" He teased.

"Don't go up there! You'll fall and break your leg!" Alastor did his best impression of their mother before snickering and leaning back some.

Chocolate eyes briefly turned to the heavens where a pocket of the sky could be seen clearly, undisturbed by the treeline around it. A little glimpse of a beautiful night sky jeweled with stars that shined like diamonds. "You ever miss it? The night?" He asked, gesturing to the sky far above them before looking away to light his smoke. "I can only assume, Hell doesn't have one." The younger man would beckon his demon to lean closer so he could light his cigarette with his own.

[mic-check-smile]

∅, from @undead-air

"He is my demon, my devil, my elegant beautiful stag. My Master and I but a humble protege~" The young brunette mused softly.

"Though we are the same. We differ in places that make him unique. I just wish he spoke to me more on what made him the way he is now, to at least warn me of the future which one day will be upon me...Even with that gap between us....I cannot help but still feel somewhat attracted to him and all the secrets that make him."

"I am attracted to the power, to the way he molds a crowd, how he talks, how he moves...I am entranced in a way no one has ever lulled me so easily to their side...He is...a wonderful enigma. One I hope never grows tired of me, this fawn among the stags. I wish to show him that I too can one day be a magnificent demon in my own right. That I can walk with him...and trust in me as I do him..."