#(JDKSNFJKSDNFSDFDS... bless you for the chance to use these Al icons XD )

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SEVEN MINUTES xxx al or mox ♡

- ✩ { @sluttyspiderpolkacock​ } ✩

3. Shy/awkward kiss

{ ☆ } How the Hell did he get dragged into this infuriating pasttime? Seven minutes in Heaven. Such an open-ended name; how is one even supposed to realize what the other views as 'heaven' without prior communication? Without laying out rules clearly and efficiently. Although, he supposes that based on who dastardly chance had decided his partner is, that should have been on the obvious side.  

Preposterous. Ridiculous. Utterly... confusing. For a game with such broad possibilities— apparently, if he's understanding it correctly now —everyone certainly seems to have rather similar ideas about what it shall entail. But how was HE supposed to know? It's not as if anyone was very forthcoming when they dragged him into this. Frankly, he'd be well in his right to leave. To just barge out of the door he was ruthlessly shoved into alongside the spider— fur bristling and static screaming in the air as the world suddenly grew dark, for once thanks to the small space they're trapped in rather than Alastor's own doing —and take solace in his own room. Or perhaps in a nice, bloodthirsty romp to ease the tension tightening his shoulders... making his heart pound... his pulse race... his gaze frighteningly focused on—

Angel really is close, isn't he?

Perhaps if this was any other time of the year, this wouldn't be an issue. He wouldn't be under such stress from his base desires, his bodily instincts... Yet, as Alastor's gaze flickers down to Angel's lips— so soft-looking and likely very warm —he can't help but wonder, if it really is all that... Because at the moment, he briefly recalls having thoughts such as this even before the troublesome season arrived. Flickering moments here and there of- ... pondering. Wanting. Would it really be all that terrible to indulge in them, just once? To see what it's like... Maybe- Maybe it might help. Make it stop.

God, he wants these feelings to stop.

Swallowing thickly, static hinting the air and causing electricity to scatter between hair and fur, he can feel his cheeks rush with warmth, contemplative gaze riveted on the other's mouth as he desperately flips back and forth between his options. Fingers flexing at his sides, shoulders tense and chest heaving lightly with nervous breaths, strained smile and sweat-beading brow betrays his inner turmoil; something that normally, he'd be doing far better at concealing. Before he can lose his conviction—

Alastor darts forward.

Eyes shut and static exploding in the air— threatening to burst eardrums as lips make contact —Alastor raises himself up on his toes, for once cursing his troublesome stature, and presses a kiss against Angel's lips. It's clumsy and rushed, with lips firmly closed and arms stiffly at his sides, but he still DID it. That's got to count for something, right? Angel's lips are as warm as he imagined they'd be and they taste... sweet, in a way. A surprisingly nice sensation, making his head swim and his cheeks BURN with internal fire that spreads from his gut and makes his heart thump heavily.

Pulling away with a shaky breath, chest heaving with panic and back pressing against the wall with uncharacteristic uncertainty, dial-eyes are riveted on the spider as Alastor tries to catch his breath... What- What now? What does he even- HOW does he even begin to- What... What could Angel possibly be thinking after that horrendous display? What must the spider think of him now? So shaky and nervous and- and frazzled over one innocent, pathetic excuse of a kiss?

❝  I uh... I apologize for that- ahem... that sniveling display.  ❞  Alastor says in as calm a tone as he can muster, a finger tugging at his shirt collar— it's ridiculously hot in here —as he explains through a painfully-forced chuckle,  ❝  As you can imagine, I'm not too experienced in matters like... that.  ❞  { ☆ }