[ Alastor hadn't even thought himself capable of love. Not after the life he lived on Earth and the one he led here in Hell. Not after going so long hating the way desiring others made him feel until he met Adam. Until the angel turned everything upside down for the Radio Demon.
His staff falls from his hand, the crimson glow at the top going dark as he brings his arms up around the former angel. Gripping the back of his robes for dear life as every beat of his heart pounds in his ears and makes the scar on his chest throb.
When he lifted his head once more, there were tears in his eyes for the first time in almost a century. Since waking up one morning to find his mother dead in her room after a John got a little too rough with her and left her to die. With a shaky breath, his closes his eyes against the tears and presses his forehead to the other Sinner's. When he finally speaks, the hum of the radio layering his voice was nowhere to be heard. ]
You really should not love me, you know. You know what I am, Adam. You knew who I was even before our fight. I... how could you even love something like me?
[ Because he has to know how someone could ever come to love a monster such as himself. One that reveled in eating people during his radio shows and who snapped the neck of anyone that got close to touching him when he didn't want their touches.
But he never wanted to snap Adam's neck, even when the man had pushed his limits. It only made him want to overwhelm the other further. Break him again and again and again in the sweetest of ways possible until the angel was unable to think of anything but Alastor. ]
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omg no dont be sorry
Date: 2024-05-31 11:00 pm (UTC)His staff falls from his hand, the crimson glow at the top going dark as he brings his arms up around the former angel. Gripping the back of his robes for dear life as every beat of his heart pounds in his ears and makes the scar on his chest throb.
When he lifted his head once more, there were tears in his eyes for the first time in almost a century. Since waking up one morning to find his mother dead in her room after a John got a little too rough with her and left her to die. With a shaky breath, his closes his eyes against the tears and presses his forehead to the other Sinner's. When he finally speaks, the hum of the radio layering his voice was nowhere to be heard. ]
You really should not love me, you know. You know what I am, Adam. You knew who I was even before our fight. I... how could you even love something like me?
[ Because he has to know how someone could ever come to love a monster such as himself. One that reveled in eating people during his radio shows and who snapped the neck of anyone that got close to touching him when he didn't want their touches.
But he never wanted to snap Adam's neck, even when the man had pushed his limits. It only made him want to overwhelm the other further. Break him again and again and again in the sweetest of ways possible until the angel was unable to think of anything but Alastor. ]