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alastorscreamlover · 3 months

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Copper And Sugar Coated Tunes

AeliaXAlastor Platonic/semi-romantic OC storty TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Head over heels for Alastor who seems to be dancing on the line of romantic and platonic, after being aromantic for many years there's always a possibility romance will arise. After all Aromantic and Asexuality are a spectrum. For now he's happy with his toy.

For: @mydisenchantedeulogy

Cannibal town was always a hoot, it’s been a great home to Alastor for many a year and found it in a strange way comforting. Though it was not where he resided on purpose, when those days hit where he had too much gossip in his bones he would go out of his way to find Rosie and spill anything he had. Within reason. After all, everyone had their secrets, and his most unkempt secret was Aelia, a rather sweet tart of a demon who’d been floating like a bee around the radio demon for some time now. No one could fathom why, but no one would question it since the red demon himself had a rather large cast of unseemly characters these days. Her on the other hand he kept at arms distance rather than a good five meters away.

Rosie especially kept an eye on this, after all even an ace in the hole like Al still deserved to find companionship in all its shapes and sizes. Not that he made it very clear what she was to him. One moment it could be a silly friendship, the next possibly romantic and just at the tail end she could be a victim for the taking. Every so often Rosie swore she could see a chain on her neck but just as she saw it it faded. Like a red string of fate that southerners would speak of.

It seemed now that the red string had brought them arm in arm to the town square for a feast. A celebration of new friends, from Charlie to yourself it was all to be celebrated. Alastor hadn’t come with Charlie this time, instead the demon was arm in arm with the swan demon, their horns gleaming in the glow of the lights swinging just above. “Alastor! My sweet swan!” Rosie called cupping Aelia’s cheek and gingerly reaching for Alastor’s hand, “A pleasure to see you two arrive! Charlie and Vaggie have been setting up for a bit but I’ve been waiting for the two of you for the music!” She grinned, sharp teeth gleaming.

Aelia smiled softly at the woman leaning into Alastor gently, the limit of proximity boundaries not often tested and gingerly accepted on the demon's part this once. He didn’t go rigid but a hum escaped him, dusted with radio static. “A pleasure Rosie! I will gladly get it set up as long as you don’t mind my music!” He explained with a slight boy, releasing Aelia from his arm he pat her atop the head, “Why don’t you go find my radios dear and I’ll set us up a table!” His ever present static dissipated and he swept off with Rosie to get the final preparations done for their table.

The young avian demon let out a small sigh, she had been hoping for a little more time but as the older radios and gramophones showed up in green smoke, beautiful magic as always. Flapping her wings once in preparation she flowed gracefully to them, prepping them to the same station or moving the needle to the right starting point. Wings causing a pleasant breeze to mix the blood of the food and sweets that were brought by others. Copper and sweet confectioners sugar. When the final one was set correctly the music began. Upbeat jazz music began to coax the crowd from their bloody feasts, bringing them closer to the gazebo as they began to pair up.

Most of those in Cannibal town had come together not just because they are human eaters, like minded in that sense, but because they also died around the same time. Even Alastor could be counted amongst them. The only reason Vaggie fit in there was because Charlie was the princess of hell and they had to welcome her in with open arms now, Aelia on the other hand didn’t have a chance. Floating back to the cobblestone, a shadow appeared beside her, forming quickly into Alastor as he extended a hand to her, “Care for a dance?” He asked, his big grin pouring into the avian demon.

Surprise coated her expression before the small hearts began to form in her pupils. “I-I’m not really… versed in dancing.” She admitted almost avoiding his hand at first but as he didn’t remove it from the offer.

“I’ll teach you then!” Without missing a beat he snatched her wrist and pulled her between a few other couples. Though it was a ‘leave room for Jesus’ type dance it was still closer than they often were. Almost toe to toe, sometimes even bumping shoes as he sent her through the movements. Like a rag doll she followed until it was more like a puppeteer.

“My deer I-” He lit up for a second before she could get another word out, his eyes narrowing slightly in a teasing way, the previous hears in her eyes being accentuated by her blush. Oftentimes when she wasn’t thinking it might slip, her adoration for him was no secret and he’d take advantage of it whenever he saw the opportunity.

“Hush you’ll do fine,” He whispered, bringing his head down slightly so his mouth was near her ear, quoting the song in a slightly sing-song way.

‘I wanna be loved by you and you alone.’

His voice low, backed by a subtle amount of static so no one else could hear, causing the hearts to grow in her eyes as she tried to imagine he was just singing along. He was the type to tease and test, so who knew if he meant it just to her as he led her around the open dance floor whispering the lyrics in her ears. His heart thumped to the rhythm of the music while hers took up the tempo of jazz. Every so often Al would check in with her, dipping her down or gently twirling her to ask a question while Rosie giggled and pointed them out. An ever supportive friend.

Maybe he was taking notes from Angel to tease the blush out of her, watch what would make her squirm. Regardless of his angle, manipulation or not, it was polite and respectful at face value. Something Aelia couldn’t and didn’t want to see past, she wanted to look into those deep crimson eyes and see love reflected in them, not hunger or manipulation so that’s what she saw. Gently spinning her he brought her across the dance floor to their table.

Delicately decorated in reds and whites, strawberry cakes, tarts, and gently blood garnished dishes. Though Cannibal town had it’s downs ever since Alastor came back they’d had a newfound appreciation for aesthetics in their food and he’d made sure to make Aelia’s look extra appealing, jambalaya for the two of them no doubt but it was decorated in such a soft way you could be fooled into thinking Rosie did it herself. If it weren’t for the small garnish of fake radio static on each plate which Alastor put on each of his dishes then it would have been a lie.

A smile tugged at Aelia’s lips and Alastor brightened, there it was, the smile he’d fought for, the one he’d been after, a hard one chased. His static paused and he reached out pinching her cheek, “There it is. The little swans smile.” He teased almost proudly before pulling out her chair, gesturing for her to take a seat.

It took her a moment to process, first the pinch, her hand delicately touched where Al had pinched, a softer more embarrassed smile taking the smile of awe. “Little swan hm?” She finally managed as she sat on the lawn chair gently scooting in.

“I have to admit Rosie was right on the money when she called you that.” There was much more behind that but currently he was much too excited for food. Though he didn’t often express it, or even give into his cannibal tendencies this was one time he’d agreed to be human. For Charlie, for Rosie, for Aelia.

Her heart picked up a beat, the nickname sticking was a twist, especially if Alastor was going to hold on to it, “Thank you.” Her shell was slowly being cracked open, a sweet side coming through, fighting to show it to Alastor but also keep it hidden from the world they both lived in.

Taking a small bite of his food he chewed carefully before reaching a hand out to her, his claws skimming the skin to not hurt her. “Thank you for coming dear, I would have hated to come unaccompanied to such an event! You fill a void with a bright presence!” Was he just listening to himself talk? “You’ll have to keep accompanying me though now, I’m not one to jump from person to person!” No, that had to be him setting up something. Aelia giggled, lifting her own fingers and wrapping them in his. Her free hand lifted the bloody wine to her lips, letting the crimson stain the corners of her mouth as she paused. “Let’s make it a deal.” He offered as he rubbed the tip of his finger on her hand.

Her heart leapt and she almost choked on the wine. “Alright I’ll make a deal on it, I’ll attend with you, just as long as we can have a good time.” She offered, her words almost fumbling over each other. Small sparks of green magic left his fingers but there was no chain, no offering of souls, instead the smile he had met his eyes for the first time in a long time, “Then my little swan, it’s a deal~.”

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