#《 𓇣 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 ;; 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 (𝚟𝚘𝚡𝚞𝚕𝚒) 𓇣 》

[staticintone]

@voxuli wants to meet up!

Some things didn’t change.

With the excess of flower shops only growing larger, Alastor was perfectly content to partake. There had been a rumor floating around that Vox was no longer sick—good—except that it had quickly come back around. For a split second, Alastor had thought that Vox had known better. What a shock that he didn’t.

Alastor had sent Vox’s own flowers back to him. A little spiteful gift with a note attached that simply said ‘Condolences’. Vox could interpret that however he wanted. Whether it was about their little spat live on air or about his self-inflicted illness, that was open and entirely up to Vox.

He wasn’t sure if the other Demon would reach out afterwards. He certainly hadn’t heard anything in the days that followed. It was pure luck that he ran into him on the street.

Or maybe not.

He never knew with Vox. Maybe he’d been followed down the road.

“Well… there’s a sight to make your eyes sore.”

A joke, teasing. Mostly.

“What brings you out this way, old friend?”