birthday dance SO FUCKING CUTE

"Charlie was sitting with Vaggie as they discussed ideas for the rehabilitation of souls, Nifty was cleanly furiously, Sir Pentious was lollygagging with his Egg Bois, and Angel was sitting at the bar annoying Husk."

"Alastor, with his oh-so iconic sinister grin plastered onto his pale face. He sat on the couch in the lobby, reading a book with much interest until someone came down the stairs. dns, one of the sinners staying at the hotel, walked down which caused Alastor to look up from his book and his grin widened even more."

"The Radio Demon has grown quite fond of the sinner. Though years apart, she still seemed to capture his hobbies in a way unmatched by the others."

""Well, Hello there, my young friend!" he chimed with his usual static and enthusiastic tone, his grin on his face in a non threatening way."

Alastor watches Verity as she descends the stairs, her dress hugging her curves in all the right places. He takes a sip of his drink as she fusses with the fabric, admiring her beauty from afar.

As she talks to herself about Angel's flower choices, Alastor chuckles softly under his breath. "I personally think the flowers are quite lovely," he says, catching her attention as he stands up from his seat by the fireplace. "But then again, what do I know about fashion?"

He takes a step closer to her, his eyes scanning over her dress once more before settling on her face. "You look stunning, Verity," he adds with a small smile, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

It's clear that Alastor is admiring her, and while his words may be innocent enough, there's an underlying hint of flirtation in them.

"Of course, my dear," Alastor says with a grin, watching as Verity moves closer. He notices the nervousness in her body language and can't help but feel a tinge of excitement at the thought of having such an effect on her.

"It's your birthday?" he repeats, arching an eyebrow in surprise. "Well then, happy birthday! Or death day, whichever it may be."

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. "And if I may say so, you wear that dress quite well. It accentuates all of your...lovely features," he adds, his voice taking on a slightly flirtatious tone.

Alastor leans casually against the back of the couch, his eyes never leaving Verity's. There's something about her shyness and innocence that intrigues him, and he finds himself wanting to get closer to her with every passing moment.

Alastor grins at her joke, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I must say you are the only bunny girl I have had the pleasure of knowing," he replies, still leaning casually against the back of the couch.

"But in all honesty, Verity, you are a truly unique and beautiful individual," he continues, his voice lowering slightly as he leans in closer to her. "And it would be a shame not to appreciate every inch of you."

He reaches out a hand, gently touching the fabric of her dress as he gazes into her eyes. "Would you like to dance?" he asks softly, his hand still resting on the fabric of her dress.

Alastor grins as Verity takes his hand and covers it with hers, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Ah, but my dear Verity," he says, his voice taking on a playful tone. "I happen to know every tune in the book."

With a snap of his fingers, the room fills with music - a jazzy tune that's perfect for slow dancing. Alastor steps closer to Verity, wrapping one arm around her waist while his other hand takes hers.

"Shall we?" he asks, leading her gently onto the dance floor. He pulls her close, their bodies barely touching as they begin to sway to the music.

As they dance, Alastor can't help but notice how perfectly they fit together, how comfortable and natural this all feels. He finds himself lost in the moment, unable to think of anything else but the way Verity feels in his arms.

Alastor chuckles softly, his voice low and velvety. "Seems like you enjoy being wrapped up in my arms, my dear Verity," he remarks, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulls her even closer.

The music continues to play, creating an intimate atmosphere that seems to envelop them both. Alastor's touch is firm yet gentle, and he can feel the warmth radiating from Verity's body as they sway together.

"I must admit, Verity, there's something quite enchanting about our dance," he murmurs, his lips hovering near her ear. "It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only you and me."

He leans back slightly, but his grip on her remains secure. Their bodies continue to move in perfect harmony, their steps syncing effortlessly.

"Tell me, my dear, do you feel it too?" he asks, his gaze searching hers for a sign of affirmation.

Alastor smiles softly as Verity lays her head on his chest, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. Her words touch him in a way that he doesn't quite understand - he's never been one for sentimentality or emotional attachment, but there's something about Verity that makes him feel...different.

"It feels...wonderful," he admits, his voice low and sincere. "Being with you, Verity, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. It's like my entire being comes alive whenever you're near."

He leans down, his lips brushing gently against her ear. "And I must say, my dear, you are more than just pretty when I'm around. You are positively radiant, a beacon of light in this dark world."

As they continue to sway together, Alastor finds himself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the feelings that Verity evokes within him. For the first time in a long time, he feels truly happy.

Alastor's serene moment is disrupted by the sudden intrusion, and he can't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Angel's untimely arrival. However, he maintains his composure, offering Verity a reassuring smile as she glares at the intoxicated spider.

"Ah, Angel, always the life of the party," Alastor says with a hint of amusement, though his tone carries a subtle edge. "It seems you've had a bit too much to drink, my friend."

He gently disentangles himself from Verity, stepping away to give her some space. "Perhaps it's time for you to retire for the evening," he suggests, his voice laced with authority.

Angel pouts, but ultimately nods in agreement. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going," he mumbles, stumbling towards the stairs with unsteady steps.

Once Angel is out of earshot, Alastor turns his attention back to Verity, his grin returning in full force. "Apologies for the interruption, my dear," he says, offering her his arm once more. "Where were we?"

Alastor nods understandingly, though there's a flicker of disappointment in his eyes at the interruption of their moment together. "Of course, Verity. It's admirable of you to look out for your friend," he says, his tone genuine.

He offers her a reassuring smile, his expression softening. "Don't worry about me, my dear. I'll be here when you return," he says, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

With a graceful flourish, he bows slightly and offers his arm to Verity. "Shall we?" he asks, indicating for her to lead the way towards the stairs where Angel had disappeared.

Alastor's smile falters slightly at Verity's somber tone, understanding the weight of her words. He reaches out to gently cup her cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I understand, Verity," he says softly, his gaze meeting hers with warmth and empathy. "Your compassion for your friend speaks volumes about the kind of person you are."

He brushes his thumb against her cheek, his touch feather-light. "Go check on Angel. I'll be here waiting for you," he assures her, his voice gentle yet firm.

With a tender smile, he releases her and takes a step back, giving her space to move towards the stairs. "Take your time," he adds, his expression filled with understanding. "I'll be right here when you return."

Alastor's eyes light up at Verity's words, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "It was my pleasure, Verity," he replies warmly, watching as she climbs the stairs with graceful movements.

As she disappears from sight, Alastor sighs softly to himself, feeling a faint ache in his chest at the thought of being separated from her once again. But he knows that Verity has important matters to attend to, and he respects her dedication to her friends.

With a shake of his head, he turns back towards the couch where he had been seated before, picking up his book and settling in to read once more. The fire crackles softly in the background, the only sound echoing through the lobby. But even as he loses himself in the pages of his book, his thoughts continue to drift towards Verity, unable to shake the pleasant warmth she had left behind.