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.

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[superstylishschism]

*He closes his eyes, playing lightly with her hair until she pulls away. And then she has to ask. He looks a bit awkward as he opens his eyes, even turning his head slightly into the pillow.*

Let's just say...when you're the ruler of your own domain in the underworld, it gets tricky to find someone who isn't just interested in you for political reasons.

[patricided]

[You can't dangle an interesting bit of information like that without her wanting to know what it means.]

Sucks being royalty.

[superstylishschism]

And that's why I just let my brother have the big throne, 'til a certain someone came and snatched it away, at least. I hate all of that political stupidity. I'm happier here, as just another devil trying to fit in with humans, than I ever was ruling the Thunder Hell.

[patricided]

You know you're just proving the whole squishy center concept, right?

[superstylishschism]

Oh shush. So my priorities are different from what you'd expect of royalty, so what? Doesn't make me a pushover or anything.

[patricided]

If you really want me to, I can do that. But I never said it made you a pushover, just that you're a little squishier than I would expect from most demons.

[And just to be an extra annoying pain in the butt she draws her fingers over her mouth like she's zipping her lips.]

[superstylishschism]

Well...I guess I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Juuuust be glad you didn't know me a year ago, I would've gotten pretty annoyed if you'd said that then.

*Have another cheek kiss.*

But I'm more willing to accept my human-like qualities now.

[patricided]

[She just nods with a little grin on her face as she rolls her eyes. She wouldn't have been any more scared of him then than she was now, though she may have actually shot him at the time. ]

[superstylishschism]

*Oh, he sees the game you're playing. He moves his hand from the back of her head to run a finger along her lips in the opposite direction from what she did.*

Including being really, really fond of some people.

[patricided]

[What game? He told her to be quiet, so she was accommodating him. His finger making her lick her lips after it passes.]

[superstylishschism]

*That gets a chuckle out of him.*

What, do my hands still taste like apples?

[patricided]

[She shrugs as if to say maybe.]

[superstylishschism]

*Just for that, he tugs at her ear.*

I unzipped your lips, you know. You can talk now.

[patricided]

[She snorts and shakes her head. Nope she's not going to talk, sorry.]

[superstylishschism]

Alright, you give me no choice...

*He leans in like he's going to kiss her again as his hand slides over her waist...and then he starts tickling the exposed skin.*

[patricided]

[She raises an eyebrow a moment before his fingers brush over her skin. Her mouth twitching as she struggles not to laugh. All the while trying to disentangle herself from him.]

[superstylishschism]

*His tail is too flexible to get much leverage for holding her in place, but one wing folds around her shoulders to keep her from getting away while his fingers move up toward her ribs. See if you can keep from laughing now.*

[patricided]

[She squirms harder, sucking in her breath trying to pull herself away from his searching fingers. Only for her to end up laughing as much as she didn't want to as she wheezes:]

Alastor let me go.

[superstylishschism]

*He freezes, then pulls all three of his limbs back. He shifts his torso away from her to give her room to breathe and gives a worried frown.*

Are you alright?

[patricided]

[The hard edge she'd taken on slips away with the distance added between them. Her breath going from fast and hard to slowing with the passing seconds. Her eyes closing as she tries to find her center again and fully relax.]

I don't like feeling trapped.

[superstylishschism]

*He nods and takes a breath of his own. She scared him for a second.*

I can understand. I'll be more careful.

[patricided]

[She chews her lower lip. She didn't mean to scare him, honestly he scared her probably as much as she scared him. She's just glad her handgun is still where she kept it and not pressed under his chin.]

I'm sorry.

[superstylishschism]

*He gives what he hopes is a comforting smile as he reaches over to brush her hair aside.*

Hey, at least now I know. Besides, I'd rather have a bit of awkwardness when things are going good than see an already awkward situation turn downright ugly.

[patricided]

[At least she tilts her head into the touch instead of pulling away.]

I'd rather skip the awkward entirely. But I'm glad I didn't shoot you.

[superstylishschism]

It's how we learn. And I hope you notice you're getting better about that. Last time, I couldn't even kiss you without you freezing up.

*Just going to let that hand trail down to her cheek.*