Complicated homecoming...

[superstylishsquid]

It had been years since Alastor had last seen this town, bustling with humans and reeking of demons. It was almost comforting...if not for the fact that he knew his master was here. The master he'd abandoned without a word, who would be fully justified in striking him down for his insubordination. But it wasn't in Alastor's nature to run. He'd had his taste of freedom, now it was time to face the consequences. If he was lucky, maybe he could come out on top this time and be truly free.

But that would be once he entered Devil May Cry, something he would wait until daytime for. He didn't want to catch his master just returning from a demon hunt and ready to shoot anything that had fangs and claws. So in the darkness of the desert night, he stood atop a building across from the Devil Hunter's shop. His senses were attuned for any hint of magic approaching him, but he might not register an ordinary human right away.

Comments

[superstylishschism]

But I like seeing you laugh. Though, I guess now's not the time to be playing games with words.

*She's not going to mind him brushing his fingers through her hair again, right?*

Here's hoping you feel better after a nap.

[patricided]

No it's not.

[Actually she's just going to nuzzle a little into his hand while he does it.]

Mhm...

[superstylishschism]

*Well then, he'll just keep playing with her hair. It's soft and feathery. He'll be quiet now, just laying there with a fond look on his face and his eyes glowing with a soft, comforting light.*

[patricided]

[That's actually really nice as far as she's concerned. A little distracting at first, but not entirely displeasing. If anything it's helping her drift off; her eyes growing heavy, and before she knows it she's off in dreamland.]

[superstylishschism]

*After a while, he ends up dozing off too, the glow fading from his eyes as he drifts to sleep. His dreams are unusually peaceful, and leave him with a small, content smile on his face.*

[patricided]

[Most of the morning is gone when Lady finally wakes the second time. A slow rise to wakefulness that ends in her stretching against her cuddle partner. One eyes opening a little to check and see if he's awake too.]

[superstylishschism]

*He's still asleep at first, arms wrapped around her and that content smile still on his face. But when she moves, a light flickers behind his eyelids and he yawns.

When his eyes squint open, the glow is weak enough that goat-like pupils are barely visible against a white background, but they quickly disappear as his eyes brighten.*

Mornin'. Feeling better?

[patricided]

Hey you're eyes look different.

[That's actually a yes she feels much better but there are slightly more interesting things to talk about than her finally gone headache and seemingly settled stomach.]

[superstylishschism]

Huh? Oh.

*He chuckles a bit, but doesn't seem inclined to move. Nah, he'll stay right here.*

The light changes with my mood. It flickers out when I'm sleeping.

[patricided]

[Does he see her moving?]

They're pretty.

[superstylishschism]

Don't hear that often. But y'know, yours are too.

[patricided]

[Her nose scrunches and she buries her face in his shoulder.]

No they aren't.

[superstylishschism]

They are.

*He brushes his hand against the side of her face, trying to encourage her to look back up.*

I think the contrast makes them more attractive.

[patricided]

They are not.

[ She's not looking back while her cheeks are flaming the way they are. Not even for him brushing her hair back]

[superstylishschism]

Hey, if my headlight eyes can be pretty, so can your boat lights.

[patricided]

My what eyes?

[Well congratulations, that got her to look at him]

[superstylishschism]

It's a nickname for mismatched eyes. Which I still think are pretty.

[patricided]

Since when?

[superstylishschism]

The nickname or them being pretty? The nickname is a media thing, but I've thought the eyes were pretty since I saw them.

[patricided]

I've never come across the nickname before. And that's a little weird considering I had a gun on you.

[A short pause]

And they're still not pretty.

[superstylishschism]

Heh, I'm not exactly put off by someone being willing to pick a fight. Actually, I really like a girl who can fight.

And they are too.

[patricided]

I'm not sure if I'm flattered or not.

They really aren't.

[superstylishschism]

You should be.

And you're not going to change my mind about this.

[patricided]

Because....?

You sure? I was thinking about getting contacts for my left eye.

[superstylishschism]

Because being able to take care of yourself is something to be proud of.

If you get contacts, maybe I'll get shades.