❝ every time you walk away you take another piece of me with you. ❞
alastor stops in his tracks , gloved hands freezing around a half-fixed bowtie , static buzzing from somewhere far away .
this isn’t their first secret meeting ; alastor knows it’s unlikely to be their last . he’s even started to look forward to them .
he’s had to learn to deal with many confusing things , and though some of them seemed impossible to him before they started their strange relationship , few things could have prepared him for vox saying anything like that ; something affectionate .
any sentence that didn’t end in a playful insult or started out dripping in sarcasm was one he didn’t feel prepared for . was this one that ? he doesn’t know . he’s altogether not sure where they stand anymore .
were they even still rivals ? can you feel protective of a rival ? it wasn’t that long ago he genuinely wanted the robotic man dead . does he still want that ? no . no , he definitely doesn’t want that anymore . that’s a strange revelation ; a man he hated so much he wanted him dead is a man he doesn’t hate now . he might even be a man he cares about .
he’s frozen ; a deer in the headlights of affection that he can’t understand .
in the end he decides to treat the whole thing as a joke . it’s easier .
❛ WHICHEVER PIECE THAT MAY BE , you can have it back next saturday . ❜
