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[passimclamoribus]

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I said that I would make this much cleaner and neater and now here we are.

Let me say thank you for stopping by and giving this journal a look over. This is a space to unwind and have a little bit of fun. If you want to thread something out, well then let's do just that. You can throw something my way and I'll just roll with what you give me. Or you can drop me a message if you want to plot something out.

Let's RP!

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[passimclamoribus]

[ He's waiting for it. The mocking. Laughing. Biting commentary. For Alastor there is nothing worse than the loss of his perfectly groomed image. Being seeing in a vulnerable and weak position is a big deal. He loathes it. Now it doesn't matter who is a witness to it, the reaction would be the same. The panic, preparing for the worst. Ready for someone to attack. Most demons would seize this opportunity and that is what Alastor is expecting - to be kicked while he is down and weakened.

But that doesn't happen. Nothing happens but Lucifer tossing him some bandages and looking as though he is the one wounded and not Alastor. One of his shadows ends up catching it, waiting for Alastor to return to himself. It takes a moment or two in order for it to actually register that Lucifer hadn't laughed. He hadn't said anything or done anything other than what? Offer Alastor something that will help the bleeding temporarily? It leaves him confused and shaken. He doesn't like not knowing...

So he just chalks it up to Lucifer waiting for the right moment. That's what anyone would do, right? Reveal this information when it is most opportune to do so? Instead, he pockets the bandages. Forces himself out onto the streets to satiate his ravenous appetite. One victim doesn't suffice. He slaughters half a dozen to feed on and to find release in. Oh Alastor is riding a high when he returns, enough so that even Husk is waving people away from him for the remainder of the night.

The roll of bandages ends up on his bookshelf. He uses the gauze and wrap that he has stowed away, but fixates on what Lucifer had provided instead. If Alastor doesn't use them then he doesn't owe Lucifer anything, correct?

Instead, over the course of the next few days, his confusion only grows. He doesn't sleep much, obsessing over those stupid bandages sitting on his bookshelf and the behavior he notes from Lucifer. Alastor waits for the fallen angel to say something, anything, about that night. Instead, Lucifer seems... Distracted? Disinterested? Hard to tell, but that also rubs Alastor the wrong way. No, he doesn't approach the subject even with their fizzled out banter ( something Alastor would hate to admit that he already misses ). Lucifer isn't using this information against him at all and it is maddening!

What is he doing!? What is he waiting for!? Is he just lording it over Alastor, waiting for him to lower his guard before exposing him!?

Those damn bandages are mocking him. ]