Imagine being to Vox what his soul needed with Alastor.
Another late night in your bosses personal lounge.
In his bedroom.
Supposedly you were just his personal assistant. Yet, here you were again, laughing over stupid jokes, and feeling his arm around your shoulder with a giddy smile on his face.
And then, yet another question meant to peer into his heart, filters through his ears.
Another question to crack through his perfectly built persona—his perfectly built walls.
The laughter stops. His smile fades, and he shrinks into himself against the couch
— “…Y/N do you always have to pry so fucking much?”
— “Huh?”
You cock your head to the side, raising a brow.
— “You’re always digging at me. It’s exhausting.”
You sigh. You know he doesn’t mean it. Well.. not entirely, because you know him.
— “Come on Vox, there isn’t anything you can hide from me. I know almost everything about you.”
Small sparks flick around him.
— “What could you possibly know about me?”
You step closer, clearing your throat.
— “I mean, I know your coffee preferences, I know your favorite color, I know you only drink liquor to seem.. classier, even though you’re drinking apple juice from a kids cup right now.”
You chuckle at the bashful scowl, and the way his arms fold the same as he does to your voice alone.
— “I know that you could spend weeks just spitting off shark facts to-”
— “Oh yeah! I had one I really really wanted to tell you! Like really wanted to!”
He shifts in his seat, his posture straightening, and his grin lighting up with his eyes. His hands rest on his knees, while his leg bounces up and down.
— “I just found out over five-hundred species of sharks exist! Sharks like the tiny Dwarf Lanternshark, to the massive Whale Shark, which is also the largest fish, if you didn’t know.”
He nods proudly as he looks into your eyes.
And then..
His face had never flushed brighter once he’d realized what he’d done.
— “O-or something. You know.. just- just incase you wanted to like- study sharks or something later, like if you liked it. Like you wanted it.”
The blue covers his face, and a scowl crosses his features as he scoffs off his own interests.
— “Vox, come on. See? I already know so much about you. I’m not prying, I just like you.”
He pauses, gawking.
— “A-aha.. what?.. w-what do you- what- uhm.. what do you mean?”
He asks, staring deep into your eyes with an expression of anxiety, astonishment, and perhaps even.. resentment. Just not for you.. never for you.
— “I care about you. Not really just as my boss. But I like.. well I like you.”
He stares at you, jaw slack.
— “Excuse me?”
Oh seeing that look—hearing that sound.. your heart simply drops.
Oh.
Maybe you went too far.
Were you too comfortable?
Maybe telling him how you felt was too much.
— “Ahh.. S-Sir. My apologies.. Sir.. I seem to have overstepped-”
You fold into yourself, looking away with your head bowed in that past respect. Employer and employee, just like old times.
— “..Call me Vincent.”
You pause, looking up at him with a surprised expression.
— “W-What?”
— “I said, call me Vincent. M… My real name. My real name is Vincent, not Vox.. I picked that name for business shit..”
Your jaw drops a tad, and your eyes light up with unnamed emotions.
A moment of quiet passes.
— “.. Right then. Vincent.”
— “J-Just not in public. Ever. Not even the other Vees know that name. .. Please.”
Your posture relaxes, and your mind sighs in relief. The fact he trusted you with that, melted your heart in ways unimaginable.
— “Alright then. Promise, I won’t. ..Vincent.”
His head turns from your gaze, as a blue hue melts over the glass of his face once more.
— “Thank you, Y/N.”
Oh how you hoped it would be more than that.
Like he could ever understand how your heart yearned for his attention, even if just presence.
