You clutched your chest, unable to stop laughing. "Oh, god, there's no way!"
"Believe me, it was hard to fathom at first!" he gives a hearty laugh while leading you back to the hotel. "I suppose no one would think Zestial was partial to pastels,"
"A man of culture, I see," finally settling down, you both walk through the lobby with quiet talk and unwavering smiles. "Speaking of... you will love what I heard word of from our dearest Rosie," you pull him closer, whispering into his ear.
"They seem to be having a blast," Pentious comments to Angel, sitting by the bar with everyone else. "Must be nice..."
"I won't lie to ya, kinda cute," Angel shrugs dismissively, "guess you did good, Charls,"
From the couch, the princess was holding in an explosive amount of excitement. "Babe, are you okay?" Vaggie questions softly, slightly amused.
Once you and Alastor had made it past the lobby, not noticing anyone, Charlie burst out with a big grin, "Oh, they're so in love! And- and- did you see how he looked at Y/n?? Oh my gosh!"
"Deep breath, hon, we saw," Vaggie assures while Angel finishes his drink and walks after the two of you, Husk not far behind.
~~~
Alastor stood at your door while you placed your coat over your chair, "don't stand at the door like a stranger," you glance over your shoulder.
He gives a short hum, using a tiny sliver of magic to turn your record player on. A vinyl manifests on, and the needle drops to play a song he couldn't bother to recall the name of. "Did you enjoy your night, my dear?" from behind, one hand slips around your waist while the other gently takes your hand.
Your face seemed to ignite like a bonfire the moment you felt him take hold of you, "have I done anything to suggest differently?" you start a slight sway, one arm held out and your other hand on top of his. Back against his chest, heartbeats in near-sync; it was like you were back in your little slice of heaven again. "I missed doing this... I wish we had more time to do this,"
"We have our entire afterlife, my dear," he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "I promise you,"
Angel and Husk peer into the room with curiosity overtaking sensible judgment. "Well, I'll be damned," Husk mutters to Angel.
"Anytime you wish for my company, just say the word, and I'll be there," Alastor then says, "as you said, it's been much too long and oh so many years to make up for,"
You look up at him, letting him press his forehead against yours, "keep this up, and it will be made up in no time,"
"Say no more," a kiss places itself on your temple, "now, let me truly take in how beautiful you look before you head to bed," he pulls you from his hold, hand still on your waist but the other now holding your face. "Absolutely gorgeous," he takes it all in.
"You're just saying that," you adjust your dress, trying to smooth the creases.
"Because it's true," and while his following words sparked a soft buzz of jealousy, his mind was in too much of a haze to keep it at bay, "Any man would be lucky to set sights on you, let alone gain your affections, my dear. Trust that to be the truth,"
It didn't seem right to reply; in fact, you couldn't reply as your mind seemed to fuzz up with the urge to pour your heart out to him. Ask him to be that very man who received your affection. To be the only man who ever set sights on you. To be yours, through and through, as you were his.
Just as your lips parted to say something you may or may not regret, the clock tower's heavenly chimes ring through all of hell, marking the start of the next hour. "I suppose I'll let you wind down for the night, hm?" Reluctantly, he let go of your hand but not before one more kiss on your cheek, "Goodnight, ma douce,"
~~~
Husk and Angel stood a little away from the door as Alastor finally closed it, taking a second to catch his breath. Suddenly, his senses detected company, and his eyes darted to the right, where he saw Husk grinning and Angel waving smugly.
"Have fun then, ma douce?" Angel says with a horrendous French accent. "WOAH!" he dodges a decorative table in the hall being flung at him.
"You two need to learn some manners," Alastor walks across the hall to unlock his door.
"Says the guy who just threw a table at me..." Angel scoffs, "All I'm sayin' is ya both look happy, and you're somewhat less of a dick,"
"What he means is... maybe tell her how you feel," Husk shrugs, "I'm not into the 'meant to be' bullshit, but you two got somethin' special,"
"Ah, well, if I so happen to need more advice from experts such as yourselves, I'll be sure to book an appointment!" Alastor mocks, pushing his door open, "Goodnight, chums!"
Husk and Angel jump when the door slams shut, "talk about denial," Angel crosses his arms.
"Wait until we try to convince Y/n to say something, then we'll be in for some real fun," Husk turns on his heel. "Speaking of..."
"You had me at fun, baby," Angel gives Husk a small kiss behind the ear, making him purr softly. "Was that...?"
"Shut the fuck up," he snaps suddenly, grabbing Angel's hand and pulling him towards his room with a glowing blush.
~~~
Laying in the plush cloud of pillows, you turn onto your stomach to hug the softest of them all. Oh, how you felt like a teenager falling in love for the first time. The energy building at your fingertips, the slight kick of your legs and the unstoppable smile on your face. What were you to do? Curled up in your bed, nothing but him on your mind.
Not even in life had you acted this way. Maybe every so often, but as of late, your actions were filled with a new sense of freedom. Looking to your bedside, you take the picture frame and remove the small snippet of you both, admiring the youth and start of undying admiration.
"How can I sleep like this?" you sigh, annoyed to be overtaken by the haze.
In a sudden decision, you make your way to your door, creeping through the halls. Maybe if you could find something to take your rushing mind off the man across the hall, you could finally rest for the night.
Unfortunately, when you pass through the lobby with a lovesick humming overtaking your actions, a rough knock interrupts all your bliss. So late in the night, you were cautious to approach without a weapon.
Another knock rings out, causing you to summon a kitchen knife in your hand and hold it behind your back, "if it's a salesman, I swear..." Just before another knock, you pull open the front door and scowl at the sight.
Mimzy.
"Oh. It's you," she scoffs.
"Well, I do live here," you never falter your hold on the knife. "What do you want? If it's money, you'll have to find someone else,"
"I don't want money," she pushes past you, "where's Alastor?" she peers around.
"Oh, I don't know, asleep, maybe? It's not like it's the early hours of the morning," shutting the door behind you, you follow her through the lobby. "Drink?"
"Usually, I'd be cautious, but what can little ol' Y/n do?" she cackles.
You roll your eyes and walk to the bar, "you'd be surprised..." You pour her a serving of rye, handing it over in a half-polished glass. "Will you be staying long? I was about to head back to bed,"
"I just wanted to check out this ritzy slob factory. Not like I could miss those hilarious adverts around town!" she downs the drink and shakes the glass for another serving, which you reluctantly give her.
"Everyone will be awake in the morning," you take a deep breath before reluctantly offering, "Will you be staying the night?"
"Ha! No, no, I have... standards," she swipes the bar and finds bits of dirt collated on her finger.
"Lovely..." At this point, it seemed a snack was insufficient, so a glass of rye for yourself it was. "Shall-" Suddenly, you quiet down, turning to the lobby door when muffled noises were heard.
"Oh no," Mimizy's body suddenly cowers, eyes wider than ever.
The noise grew louder as if multiple sinners were starting to collate. "Mimzy!" the faintest yell was heard.
"Mimzy..." you look to the demon with a fiery glare in your eyes, "what the hell did you- Fuck!" just as your building rage had directed to her, a Molotov cocktail smashes through a window, setting a couch ablaze. "Shit!" You open a labelled cupboard.
"Whoops!" She laughs awkwardly, running behind the bar, which you soon hop over with a fire extinguisher.
"Not just whoops!" you yell, extinguishing it. "Oh, you are a dead woman!"
~~~
Mimzy, ah what a menace
- Anna ❤️