#not knowing whether or not he wishes he'd killed them to spare them the mercy of dying in the desert

[newvegascowboy]

part of making Cato was bc i wanted to give Red a love interest (which im still working on) but it also gives me a way to get Red to Phoenix post game. Cato like haha btw i know where your mom is. also you have three siblings and Red is like WHAT

[the-nexus]

Lips hover mere centimeters away from the king's hand, as his newest personal guard stands bowed afront him with said hand cradled gently within his own. Though all eyes are on them, waiting for the moment Alastor would be officially sworn in, Alastor's eyes rest solely on his king with a most... intrigued and almost criminally hungry look. "My liege..." A grin, as he plants a chaste kiss to his glove, "Rather... Your Majesty~ What an honor to be chosen by you. Rest assured, I shall not fail you."

@tenebriism || Alastor

So often did Lucifer find those brought before him quivering in fear, pleading to be spared until their voice had grown hoarse. But from the moment this pretty red deer had been placed in his presence, not a drop of respect was shown to the King. He playfully mocked him, teased him about his height. While Lucifer was more than capable of destroying him with a snap of his fingers, he abstained.

This one showed character.

Unlike many, Alastor didn't kiss his ass to get in his good graces. He was being true to himself, which Lucifer found to be a very refreshing change. He was growing so tired of the fakes roaming his palace—his kingdom. He needed a change and true honesty in his life. And it seemed he'd found it.

As he looked upon his new guard, his hand-chosen knight, a grin remained plastered to his features. Oh, he did enjoy that look in his lovely scarlet eyes and he drank it in while heavily concealing his direct interest in him. Whether Alastor wished to kiss him or kill him, the short king cared not. He welcomed the idea of the other attempting either.

"Oh, you'd best not fail. If you do..." His grin faded and his once yellow eyes were engulfed in crimson. "I'll see to your punishment personally. And I'm not known for mercy." His voice was low, mixed with a wicked tone that made a few others, who had gathered for the ceremony, clearly unsettled and nervous.

But the look in his eyes would tell Alastor this was merely show for the crowd. Couldn't let anyone know just what the king truly thought of his new protector.

A beauty, yes. But honest.

And fun.

"Your majesty, lords and ladies of the court, we welcome Sir Alastor amongst the King's guard!"