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Vox was completely and utterly out of mind.
That was a typical phrase to describe Vox. More often than not, he was not sane. Whether he be screaming at some poor lackey for screwing something up, or throwing a fit over Alastor, he was never quite right in the mind.
However, Vox could usually think. Right now, he could not.
Vox was knelt on the ground, his legs numb underneath him from how long he had been stuck in this position. He was only barely holding himself up on his hands, claws digging into the ground as he leaned forwards.
He was attempting to get closer to the spiraling eye in the mirror.
It was an embarrassing sight.
Paralyzed on the ground, unable to do anything until he runs out of power. He’s drooling—a puddle on the ground due to how long he’d been stuck already. His eyes were empty, unfocused. His pupils were barely able to be seen due to how blurry they were. But his spiraling eye was as strong as ever, keeping him trapped.
It was embarrassing. The first time he had done this to himself was around the time he first discovered that he had hypnosis powers.
He had been attempting to recreate it in the mirror, and ended up staying there—staring—until he completely shut down.
Vox tried, fruitlessly, to gain control over his hypnotism. By all accounts, he should be immune to it. It was his own eye! There was no reason that Vox should be hypnotized by himself.
And yet, anytime he caught a long glimpse of his eye whilst it was spiraling, he dropped.
No one knew about this. Vox was able to spend these embarrassing moments all alone. It was the only amount of reassurance he got, knowing that not even the Vees knew that he was affected by his own hypnosis. It was a horrible, pathetic weakness.
Vox didn’t really want to know what Valentino might do to him if he knew that Vox gets himself into these vulnerable, obedient states every so often. It didn’t make him feel good to think about it.
Vox couldn’t exactly think about much whilst in this suggestible state, though.
At least he was much better at avoiding this predicament nowadays. He was able to avoid mirrors when he’s angry, able to avoid looking at reflective surfaces when he’s using his powers. He’s never, ever slipped up whilst with anyone else.
Vox hadn’t messed up that, and he wasn’t planning on it. But this time, he had been so angry he forgot about the fact he was supposed to avoid looking at any mirrors.
Alastor is the only one truly able to get under his skin.
As annoying as the Vees can be, as irritating as everyone lesser than him are, no one seems to make Vox as pissed off as Alastor can.
It wasn’t anything new. They were fighting, just as they always do, but Alastor did something stupid. When Alastor pinned him down, ready to devour him whole.. he put his knee between his legs.
“W-W-What are you doing?!” Vox had asked, his voice glitching as his body tensed up.
Alastor hummed, a tentacle pinning Vox’s wrists over his head as he had Vox uncomfortably pressed against the ground. “It looked like you needed this.”
Vox made a grating static noise, one that would hurt anyone’s ears. To Alastor, however, it just sounded like he was speaking. Telling him that he was completely correct. “I-I don’t n-need this, you f-f-fucking f-freak!”
“Mm.. I don’t know, there seems to be something poking against my leg, dear.” Alastor teased, grinding his knee up against the bulge that was pressing uncomfortably into his pants.
Vox gasped, his screen turning pink. It was completely unwilling. It was absolutely not like he needed this.
He wasn’t hard because Alastor had his knee right where he needed Alastor most. He hadn’t been craving Alastor for seventy years. This was absolutely not a dream come true.
Vox didn’t run away because Alastor was right, he ran away because Alastor was a complete asshole and he hates that deer so much. So much that he can’t handle being near him for another second.
It’s not because he was a second away from begging the man to continue touching him.
Vox had returned to his room, seething with pure rage. He paced back and forth in his room, wishing he had hair he could pull on, instead settling on scratching at his screen with his claws.
“I hate him so much,” he had thought, “how dare he touch me like that?”
Vox had been so angry, and he looked at the mirror to make sure he didn’t look as pathetic as felt. Perhaps he would reassure himself that he didn’t need Alastor, and he would never need him, but that all disappeared the moment Vox looked at his spiraling eye.
His mind went quiet, and now here he was. A pathetic, drooling, mindless fool. How humiliating.
Time escaped him while he was like this. It could’ve been only a minute, it could’ve been a few days. It only mattered how much power he had when he entered this state. And unfortunately for him.. he had charged not that long ago. Which means he could be stuck like this for a while.
The longest he was stuck was a week. It was a while ago now, but still deep enough into his life in hell that he should’ve known better. He had just charged, and he was on full battery. He stayed like that until he lost power again.
Now, his battery was even better than that. Who knows how long he would last if he was forced to stay in place with a full battery. Two weeks? A month? Longer? Vox didn’t know. He didn’t plan to find out.
To prevent that, he was never at full battery anymore. Vox didn’t want to be vulnerable for that long. Besides, if he did, someone would eventually find him if he’s gone for a month—and that was less than ideal.
Vox couldn’t exactly check how much time he had left, though. He was simply stuck, mindlessly staring at the spiral. It was calming, pretty, forcing him to stay and look at it.
As much as Vox attempted to fight it, it was futile. At least he knew no one else could fight it.
Well, there was no point dwelling on it. He was stuck, and he would be until he’s out. This is going to be where he is for the foreseeable future.
How fun.
Alastor didn’t exactly know why he had teased Vox like that.
All he knew was that, when he had Vox trapped beneath him like that, he felt the uncomfortable urge to tease him. More than he usually did.
It was overwhelming. Alastor couldn’t do anything but give in.
Of course, Alastor was peeved by the lack of his control in that situation. But more than that—he was curious. Vox seemed to enjoy it. As much as he pretended to hate it, he felt Vox almost lean into his body. He tensed, attempted to control himself, but he felt Vox get closer.
More than that, he felt how Vox hardened the moment his knee pressed against his crotch. As though it was instinct with his touch.
Alastor truly couldn’t help but be fascinated by that reaction.
What Alastor didn’t quite like was that afterwards, Vox seemingly disappeared. Sure, he’s aware the reaction must’ve been embarrassing for him, but he typically lets his cockiness and pride shove that embarrassment down and he’s back to his usual self by the next day.
It’s been a couple days and Vox is still not back to annoy him. He’s been out on his usual walk around town, and he hasn’t seen a single one of Vox’s drones. Hasn’t felt the familiar tingle of Vox’s eyes on him.
It was as though he was distracted by something else right now. It was quite annoying to Alastor.
Alastor had even walked right up to a camera, and Vox hadn’t so much as glanced at him. Even when he was right there.
If Vox wanted to get under his skin, he was truly achieving that. But for what reason? By all accounts—worse has happened to him and he’s continued to obsessively stalk him through cameras regardless. But now? Nothing.
It made Alastor feel something deep inside himself. Something that he couldn’t name. But it was dark, ugly, and something that was making it very hard to focus on his day-to-day tasks. Vox really had the gall to do this to him.
“..Alastor? Alastor! Are you okay??” A high-pitched, annoyingly cheerful voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
Alastor let his gaze flicker over to Charlie, making a point to not let anything else move. Like he hadn’t been lost in his thoughts. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Sorry, I thought you weren’t listening to me..” Charlie said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck with a shaky grin.
Alastor hummed, “You’d be wrong. Continue.”
Charlie clapped, attempting to get back on track. “Anyways, as I was saying! Do you think you could help me? Pleaseee?”
Well, it would be quite helpful to know what Charlie had been talking his ear off about now. Alastor couldn’t go back on his word, though. He nods, “Sure, dear.”
Charlie blinks, as though she wasn’t expecting that answer. “..Oh! Wow, thank you, Alastor! I know you and Vox.. have a complicated relationship, so I didn’t think you would actually talk to him for me!”
Alastor’s ear twitches. How unfortunate that he wasn’t listening. However, perhaps this could be good. He gets more of Charlie’s favor, and perhaps whilst he’s there, he can figure out why Vox has been completely silent. “I’m always one to help, dear.”
Charlie grins, “Perfect! Just to recap.. not that I don’t think you were listening, of course!! But just talk to him about our hotel, please? He seems to listen to you more, so..” Charlie says, before she blinks. She probably shouldn’t have said that. She giggles nervously, “So, yeah! Thank you, Alastor! You’re the best!”
Alastor’s eyes narrow, his grin tightening. “Yes, of course. I suppose I’ll be on my way, then. You know how to contact me if something goes awry.” Alastor says, turning over his right shoulder with a wave of his hand. “Bye bye, dear.”
Then, his shadows consume him, and he’s on the street. The street leading him to the entertainment district. Otherwise known as Vox’s territory.
Alastor begins to walk down, expecting Vox to notice him and zap in front of him before he gets too close. Unexpectedly, he ends up right in front of the doors to Vox’s company. How interesting. He truly is distracted, isn’t he?
With a flick of his wrist, the doors slam open. He takes a few steps inside, looking around. It’s been a little while since he’s been here last. He approaches the front desk, his grin stretching wider as he gets closer.
“A-Al- the Radio Demon? W-What.. are you doing here..?” The receptionist asks, shaking in fear. Good. Alastor is glad that Vox’s servants at least know to be afraid of him, even in his own territory.
“Do you happen to know where Vox is?” Alastor asks, waiting patiently for directions.
“I-I.. I-I don’t think I-I c-can tell you-” The receptionist tries, but a guttural growl from Alastor made them yelp and quickly redirect themselves. “I-I-I haven’t seen him for a while! I-I don’t know! P-Probably in his room!”
Alastor cocks a brow. Even his servants don’t know where he is? What exactly is he doing in that pesky little room of his? “Where is Vox’s room, hm?”
“I-It’s at the t-top of the tower, to the l-l-left..!”
“Thank you for cooperating.” Alastor states with a grin, tapping his staff against the floor. He twirls it in his fingers, before he turns. There’s no need to torment that poor sinner any longer, he has more pressing matters to take care of right now.
Alastor walks into the elevator, looking at the button on the right. It was so useless to have so many floors. However, like he was directed, he presses the highest button.
The elevator doors close, and he is brought up to the top floor. He’s only stopped once—on some random, irrelevant floor. The sinner that attempted to get on the elevator nearly screamed and passed out when he saw who already occupied the elevator. It was humorous.
Other than that, he made it to the top without any distractions. This place was swarming with cameras, completely controlled by Vox, and Vox had still yet to appear. Normally he was itching to show his face to Alastor. He was still nowhere to be found.
If Alastor didn’t know any better, he would think Vox was dead.
The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out into the hallway. He made his way down, seeing two ways to go at the end.
Right and left.
Alastor turned left.
There was a singular door at the end of the hallway. Must be Vox’s quarters. He hummed, trying the door. Locked, as expected. Well, no matter!
Alastor disappeared into the shadows, slinking under his door, before popping up right back into his room. However, perhaps ‘apartment’ was the correct term.
He found himself in Vox’s entrance way, where the kitchen and living room were. Vox was nowhere to be found. Not yet, anyways.
Alastor took a moment to look around as he walked deeper into his personal space. He was half expecting a complete mess. But all things considered this place was rather put together. It was still dreadful, with what all of the modern technology littered all over the place. But he didn’t expect anything less than that.
If Vox hadn’t torn this place to shreds in his rage, then what exactly was he doing? Perhaps he was in his room, knocked out. That would be the only explanation. That he went into a coma. What would cause that?
Alastor approached a door. He opened it, finding a room that had a desk, a chair, and a computer with some monitors. As well as a lot of papers littered around. Alastor hummed, well, it’s good to know that Vox didn’t rely entirely on technology.
However, this wasn’t what he was looking for as Vox was not inside. He closed the door.
The next held a bathroom—most likely a guest one. Vox wasn’t in there, passed out or dead, so that just left the last door. Vox’s bedroom.
Alastor opened the door, stepping inside.
The first thing he noticed was that this place was slightly more messy. This was his bedroom, after all. He must never expect company here. That.. or he just doesn’t care who sees his space like this. He’s sure Valentino isn’t one to judge messes when he’s too busy getting railed into the mattress.
Alastor took a moment to just take in Vox’s space. There was a lot of blue everywhere, a lot of technology. However.. Vox wasn’t in his bed. His gaze travelled over the room, and he did end up finding Vox.
Just not in the way he expected to.
Alastor approached the man, finding him in quite the vulnerable position.
He crouches down at Vox’s side, seeing Vox not react at all. He is quite out of it, isn’t he? He’s been like this for a couple days, at the very least. That’s when Alastor noticed, anyway. He wonders how long Vox has actually been like this. Perhaps since the moment he got home after their little fight.
Alastor tilts his head, looking at Vox’s face. He was quite pathetic. The drool running down his chin, his pink face, the blurry pupils.
It was cute.
..Cute? Alastor hums, that isn’t exactly the word he would use to describe it. However, the more he thought about it, he tended to agree.
Vox was quite adorable like this. Helpless, completely under Alastor’s mercy currently. No one knows he’s like this, obviously. Alastor could do anything and no one would be the wiser. Even Vox wouldn’t know.
Alastor reaches out a hand, placing it on the top of Vox’s screen. He doesn’t react.
Alastor hums, hand trailing over his screen. He stays still, focused on his eye. He wonders.. Alastor makes his way to Vox’s unharmed antenna, running his finger up it.
The noise that left Vox could only be described as lewd.
Alastor let’s go immediately, eyes widening in shock. What shocks him most is how his body heats up. That was not the reaction he expected, and Alastor wanted more of it. He had been so tempted to touch Vox during their fight, and right now, that urge was stronger than ever.
It didn’t seem too fair to Vox currently to just touch him, though. He couldn’t move, let alone attempt to stop Alastor.
Asking before doing anything will do them both some good.
“Vox, dear.. can you hear me?”
“..Mm.. yyes..” Vox slurs out his reply, voice cracking a bit. He likely hasn’t spoken in a couple days too. How cute.
Alastor grins, “Could you answer a question for me?”
Vox hums out affirmatively, still staring forwards.
“And Vox, you must answer with complete honesty. You may not lie to me right now, no matter how embarrassing the reply might be. Understood?”
Vox nods, “U-Uh-huh, u-understood..” Vox replies dumbly, showing that he understood what he was being commanded to do. He was quite suggestible in this state.
“Do you want me to touch you, Vox?”
It takes a second before Vox answers, no doubt feeling quite a bit of shame. But due to Alastor’s order, he opens his mouth. “I-I do..”
Alastor grins, placing his hand on Vox’s back, gently rubbing circles on the surface. “Like this?”
Vox’s breath hitches a bit, and Alastor finds that quite fun. “I-I.. I want y-you to touch me more..”
Alastor, somehow, grins wider. Not out of malice, but out of pure joy. He truly hasn’t had this much fun in decades. Who knew that all it took was finding Vox in such a humiliating position for him to have fun?
Alastor moves his hand to Vox’s shoulder instead, squeezing. “Is what you desire?”
Vox whines, unable to move to make Alastor do what he wants. He has to speak instead. “A-Alastor.. I.. I want you to t-touch my cock..”
Alastor raises a brow, chuckling. “And what makes you think you deserve that, dear?”
“I-I.. I don’t..”
He hadn’t expected that response. Alastor was curious as to why Vox felt he wasn’t deserving of it, but he could pick Vox’s brain later. For now.. he’s too curious about progressing this.
“What do you think you can do to earn it?”
“I-I don’t k-know! T-Touch you..? Beg..?”
Alastor hums, “Let’s start with begging, shall we?”
Vox whimpers, obviously embarrassed. But he does as told. “P-Pleaseee, A-Alastor.. please touch my cock, please..” Vox speaks so sweetly, and Alastor is hard pressed to deny him when he asks like that.
“Hmm.. how about you strip your clothes off first? Make sure to fold each piece of clothing as you put it off to the side.” Alastor orders with a grin.
Still looking into the mirror, Vox seems to hesitate for a second, before his hands begin to undo his bow. His clothes come off in layers, folding each article of clothing before moving onto the next.
By the time he’s completely naked, his clothes are off to the side in a neat pile.
Alastor looks at Vox’s front through the mirror, and it’s there that he sees Vox’s penis. It’s practically weeping, as hard as a rock. It’s curling into his stomach too, already dripping on the floor. It mixes with the drool on the ground.
Alastor leans forwards a bit, deciding to move behind Vox. He presses against his back, reaching around Vox to rub his thumb against the tip.
Vox keens, his body tensing up from the touch. He seems to really need this, and it’s quite adorable.
Alastor never knew how.. appealing something like this could be. He truly has to thank Vox for introducing him to this experience. However.. Alastor doesn’t know how appealing it would be with anyone else.
“Tell me, Vox, does this feel good?” Alastor questions.
Vox is panting, and he nods quite eagerly. “Y-Yes! So, so good..! I love it!” Vox practically spills all of his thoughts out, being completely honest for Alastor. It’s endearing. “P-Please, please more, I wanna cum..!”
Alastor hums, considering the idea. It would be cute rubbing Vox’s cock until he cums, sure. Alastor found himself craving more than that, though. Especially when he had Vox like this.
“Are you sure you want to cum from my hand?”
Vox panted, “I-I.. I..” Vox stammered, seemingly not knowing how to answer that question. Perhaps he should phrase it differently.
“How would you feel if I fucked you instead, dear?”
“O-Oh, Alastor, please! I need your c-cock so, so badly!” The response was instant, no hesitation. Alastor chuckled, ah, so he found Vox’s true desire.
Of course, if he really wanted to, he could use his tentacles instead. He could probably make Vox believe they were his cock too. But Alastor.. he found himself wanting to fuck Vox too. Not fuck him stupid, considering he’s made himself stupid anyways. But he wants to feel Vox.
He wants to be connected to Vox. Deeply.
What an interesting desire of his.
“Why don’t you tell me more whilst I take off my pants, hm?” Alastor suggests, slowly unbuckling his belt.
Vox whimpers, but he’s helpless. Instead of moving, he speaks like he’s told to. “I-I- I’ve been craving your cock for so long, A-Al.. I need you inside me.. I-I neverr want you to leave me ever again.. neverrr everrr..” Vox slurs out, spilling his heart out to Alastor upon his request.
It was curious. Alastor found himself interested. He hadn’t gotten Vox so honest. Alastor wasn’t a liar, not like Vox. Alastor simply just didn’t talk about his feelings. ..That, and he didn’t know them. Vox, however, lied. And he wondered what he’d say when he is stripped of that ability.
“Yeah? You never want me to leave you?”
“I-I was sooo s-sick when you left me.. when you said n-no and then you disappeared on me.. I was sooo sad.. and then you came back and you hatedddd meee..” Vox said, and Alastor noticed he was tearing up. He was acting oddly drunk, but even when he’s drunk he isn’t quite as honest.
He hiccups, “I j-just want you to want me a-againn.. I-I wanna feel you inside me so I know you aren’t gonna leave..” Vox hiccups, “Why are you taking soooo long..? F-Fuck me!”
Even when hypnotized, he can still be demanding, apparently.
Thankfully, by the time Vox’s rambling was done, Alastor had taken his pants off. In fact, he had stripped himself of his clothes. They were truly just in the way and it was annoying. He was never one to rush, though.
Alastor chuckles, hands on Vox’s hips as he presses his hard cock against the crack of his bottom. “There’s no need to fret, my dear. I’m right here.”
He hears Vox sob, but his eyes are still forced open, looking at the spiral. “I w-want you sooo badly, A-Alastor..” Vox admits, and it was overwhelming him so badly that he was beginning to cry. How adorably pathetic.
It was making Alastor want to spoil him, truly. The way he was so vulnerable, being so honest with Alastor.. he wanted to hold Vox and give him everything he begged for. It was as overwhelming as his desire to touch Vox.
He swipes his fingers under Vox’s chin, gathering the saliva that built up. He rubs it on his cock, before he lines himself up with Vox’s entrance. With no need to delay further, he slowly begins to enter Vox.
He’s sure if Vox could move he would be writhing with all of the pretty noises he was making. He watched Vox’s face, seeing it twist in pleasure as he took what Alastor gave him.
“I-It’s so, so good.. s-so much better than what I-I’ve imagined..” Vox praises, whimpering and panting due to the feeling.
Alastor grins wider, “You’ve imagined this?”
“So much.. I d-dream about it.. think about it.. I-I’ve wanted you for so, so long Alastor, I need you..” Vox admits, sobbing afterwards. It was quite the overwhelming thing being forced to admit that, wasn’t it?
Alastor thought it was quite cute. He places a gentle kiss to Vox’s back, thinking the keening noise Vox made was the most precious sound yet. “You’re so sweet, my dear~” Alastor praises, pulling himself out to the tip.
Just before Vox could start begging again, Alastor slams himself back inside. Vox sobs out of relief, body shaking as Alastor begins to fuck him. He had been letting Vox adjust to the feeling, but truly, after Vox kept running his mouth he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted this now.
Alastor held Vox’s hips with a bruising grip, and Vox didn’t care. All he felt was the static gripping his head from the spiral, and the mind-numbing pleasure Alastor was giving him. He was truly and utterly ruined.
Alastor looked at Vox’s face as he thrusted in and out of him at a brutal face. Vox was drooling more, noises falling unashamedly out of his mouth consistently. His eyes were even more unfocused, and filled with lust. As well as.. something else he couldn’t name. His screen was very pink, and he had big, pretty tears falling down his cheeks. It was quite the attractive sight.
A sight only Alastor would be able to see. It was obvious he’s the only one who’s ever found Vox like this. And Alastor wishes he would’ve found Vox like this many times before. Who knows how often Vox has done this.
Alastor found the fact that Vox hadn’t been used like this by anyone else incredibly pleasing. That only he could ever see Vox’s face like this. That Alastor was the only one that could make Vox cry from pure pleasure. It made something inside of him purr from satisfaction.
Vox’s words pulled him out of his thoughts. Words that he was very interested in hearing.
“O-Oh, A-Al, I love you.. I love you, please don’t leave me again.. I n-need you.. please k-keep holding me, using me, whatever you have to do to stay with me..” Vox babbled in his pleasure, spilling out more of his thoughts to Alastor due to the fact he had to be completely honest. And this is what he was feeling. Complete, utter love. For Alastor.
“Vox.. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive without this either, truthfully. You’re so pretty, baby.. so adorable, so sweet when you fall apart for me..” Alastor praised, unable to help himself. He presses more kisses against Vox’s back.
Alastor continues fucking him, beginning to hit that sweet spot that makes Vox see stars. His attention is still fully on the spiral, though.
Vox sobs harder from pure pleasure, keening and whimpering. He’s a complete mess of Alastor’s making. His plaything, his pet, his slave. Vox would be whatever Alastor wanted him to be. “I-I love you.. love you.. love you so much, A-Al..” Vox chants, unable to do or say anything else but Alastor’s name and how much he loves him.
Alastor was beginning to feel a tightening in his gut as Vox continued to babble. It was unfair how attractive Vox can be. Even though he normally found Vox’s incessant chatter annoying, this was oddly satisfying. The way Vox is reduced to nothing but a slut.. IThis slut. Alastor isn’t so sure he can take not doing this again.
Vox moans, “Close, s-so close, p-please..! Please let me cum, Alastor..!” Vox begs, seemingly needing Alastor’s permission.
Alastor quite enjoyed that.
“You m-may orgasm when I finish.” Alastor tells Vox, cursing himself for the way his voice wavers. Vox is far too out of it to notice, though.
Vox cried, but he listened, completely unable to cum until Alastor did.
Truthfully, though, Alastor wasn’t far away.
After only a few more deep thrusts, he buried himself as deep as he could into Vox’s entrance and filled him to the brim.
It was only then that Vox came with a scream of Alastor’s name. His release spilled all over his stomach, finishing so hard from just being fucked by Alastor. Alastor had only slightly rubbed his tip in the beginning. It was pathetically adorable.
Alastor found himself enjoying Vox so pathetic and needy.
Typically, he assumed Vox would’ve crashed from such an orgasm. However, Vox stayed conscious, though only barely. He had slumped down to his forearms, eyes still locked onto the spiral through the mirror.
Alastor smiled, pulling out of Vox, watching his release spill down his thighs. He leans forwards, gently scratching his back to comfort him.
He whispers right next to Vox’s screen, “You are to forget all of the details of what just occurred, yes?”
Vox slurs out a babble of agreement.
“Good boy.. when I tell you to sleep, you will close your eyes, no longer trapped. And when you wake up, you won’t remember what just happened. It will all be fuzzy. All you’ll know is that you were trapped.. and then you woke up. Understood?”
Vox whines, but nods, “U-Uunderstood..” Vox states. He doesn’t seem to be happy about it, and Alastor smiles.
“And.. the next time you find yourself like this, you’ll contact me. You will tell me and I will come to you.” Alastor adds in, deciding not to think to himself about why just yet. “Now, sleep.”
Vox passes out.
Vox groans, his muscles feeling incredibly sore. Like they’ve been locked in place forever.
He slowly sits up, rubbing his shoulders as he slowly opens his eyes. He remembers being mad, and then he remembers catching a glimpse of the mirror.. and then nothing. Not uncommon.
What was uncommon was the fact that he was in his bed and not in front of the mirror.
What was even more uncommon was that he was changed from what he remembered he wore.
What was sickening was that there was a glass of water and a snack on his bedside table, as well as a note.
Vox reaches over to the note, picking it up. His heart drops out of his ass.
“Try to avoid mirrors, dear. I would hate for anyone else to find you.
-Alastor”
Vox felt like he was going to die. He was going to crawl into a hole and die. He could never ever show his face to Alastor again. To anyone again, for that matter. This was the most mortifying moment of his life.
Not only did someone finally find him in that state, but it was Alastor of all people.
This is truly where his life ends.
He’s never going to hear the end of this.
Vox puts his screen in his hands, feeling horrible at the fact he felt clean. Refreshed, even. Like he had been relieved of an intense pressure plaguing him. He didn’t care to figure out what changed right now, all he knew is that Alastor knows one of his biggest weaknesses and he’s completely screwed. For all of eternity.
Vox thinks he needs to get rid of that mirror now. Just to avoid this from ever happening.
He won’t admit why he leaves the mirror there, even though he knows he should.
He especially doesn’t admit that he hopes Alastor finds him again.