The Boy Next Door

Dinner Date

!TW! Blood, suggestive conversations

Alastor sat quietly, hand gently playing with Anthony's hair as his lover slept silently on his shoulder. Glancing towards the wall, Alastor very quietly raised his other hand and snapped his fingers, not wanting to disturb Anthony too much.

The entity appeared in front of him, silent and staring at the brunette. "What happened today?" He asked in a whisper. The entity walked over, kneeling in front of Anthony and gently picking up his hand. "Is he okay now?" It asked quietly. Alastor watched the way it traced its fingers over the back of his lover's hand, empty eyes filled with concern. "He's alright, just needs to rest...but as I was saying, what happened today?" He repeated. The entity sighed, hanging it's head. "We didn't think they would involve him." Alastor cocked a brow. "Who?" The shadow continued to run its claws over the blonde's skin, eyes remaining on his hand alone. "We tried to stop her, we did. She hurt him...badly." Silence fell in the room, was this another situation where it knew the truth would hurt him? Or was it just not telling him. "We would tell you what happened, but you will be seeing it anyways. Then again, maybe you should be prepared." Alastor watched the entity intently, waiting for it to explain. "You are going to see Anthony die...none of it will be real, but we assure you it will feel like it is. Today, they were just trying to perfect the image, so that woman came and...well did exactly that." The entity waited for his reaction, whilst Alastor thought it all over. "So, what am I supposed to do?" He asked quietly. The shadow slowly stood up, gently setting down the blonde's hand. "Remember none of it is real, when you wake up, Anthony is going to be right there next to you. He's going to be alive, and everything will be okay. We agreed to help your motivation, but we never said Anthony would be hurt. We are sorry." And with that, it disappeared into static.

Elisabeth opened the door, stepping into the house and removing her shoes. Walking to the lounge doorway. "Angel dear, did you get the-" Alastor looked up at her and nodded, motioning towards the kitchen. "Everything's been put away." Elisabeth turned her attention to the blonde leaned against his chest, safely wrapped in his arms. She couldn't tell whether or not he was awake from where she was, so she quietly walked over. "Angel?" She called quietly. Alastor looked down at him, using his hand to push the hair out of his face, he meant to say something but momentarily was distracted by the sight of him. Fond smile crossing his face as he twirled a strand of blonde hair around his finger. "He's had a long day, I'm just letting him sleep." He explained softly, not wanting to wake him. Elisabeth smiled as she watched the way he interacted with him. "You're so gentle with him, very considerate." She said, just above a whisper as she walked away. Alastor sighed, watching her leave. "And yours will be here in an hour?" He asked, just to confirm. "Yes, Rosie will be arriving soon. So I will be getting ready." She explained simply. "Mama, don't worry so much about being formal with Rosie. You see how casual she is with you, and this is Rosie we are talking about." Elisabeth smiled to herself, nodding a few times. "You make a fair point. Also, as much as I would like to let him sleep, you should wake him up before she gets here." And with that, she walked out of the room.

Alastor glanced down at his lover, leaning further against the couch. The blonde shifted a bit in his sleep, groaning quietly in the process. Bringing a hand to push his hair back, he couldn't help but smile to himself. It was always a comfort to have him right there with him. Glancing at the clock, he bit his lip. Turning his attention back to the blonde, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Anthony." He called quietly. He didn't get much of a reaction, so he simply repeated himself. Anthony groaned softly, tilting his head to face up. "..yeah?" Alastor's smile softened at his voice alone. "I'm sorry Cher, but I need to clean up a little in here. If you still need to rest we can go upstairs for now." Anthony nodded, stretching his arms up and looking around the room. "What time is it?" He asked quietly. "Just after four." With that, Anthony sat up. "Really? I left at eleven this morning." He muttered, standing himself up. Alastor watched him for a moment. "Anthony darling, how much of today can you remember?" He asked quietly. The blonde thought for a few seconds, shaking his head. "It's all really fuzzy, the clearest anything is was when I got off the streetcar." The brunette nodded, standing up and taking his hand. "Well, you're alright. We can figure it out together later." Anthony nodded, pulling Alastor along as he walked up the steps and into the bathroom. Letting go of his hand and standing in front of the mirror. Eye narrowing at the dried blood around his mouth. It's wasn't too noticeable, in fact you wouldn't have been able to see it if you weren't close to him. Running the water and bringing it to scrub it off, Alastor leaned against the door. "So was my hair this bad the whole time, or did you do this?" The blonde asked, turning to face him. Alastor smirked, looking him up and down. "Who's to say? I'll let you do this and go start tidying." He said casually as he opened the door. As he stepped out, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Being turned around and suddenly his lips were connected to his lover's. Anthony wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him down a little more. "Stay?" He asked quietly. Alastor cocked a brow, pressing another short peck to his lips and pulling back enough to look him in the eye. "Anthony, did you not hear me? I need to-" he was cut off by yet another kiss. "It can wait a few minutes." Thinking it over, Alastor glanced at the door behind him. Then quickly wrapped both arms around the blonde's waist and leaned down to press yet another kiss to his lips. "Five minutes, then we go clean up."