Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 20 : It Takes Two To Tango

(Vox's POV)

As I sat there, watching Alastor move gracefully across the dance floor, a flurry of emotions swirled within me. His fluid movements seemed to defy gravity, each step a testament to his confidence and poise. Mesmerized by the way he effortlessly commanded the space around him, I found myself drawn into his orbit, unable to tear my gaze away. There was a raw energy to his dance, a magnetic pull that seemed to captivate everyone in the room. As I observed him, a sense of awe washed over me, mingled with a hint of admiration. Here was someone who embodied freedom, unbound by the constraints of society or the expectations of others. In that moment, he was simply himself, unapologetically embracing life with every twist and turn. But beneath the surface of my admiration, there lingered a subtle undercurrent of something more. It was a feeling I couldn't quite name, a mixture of longing and yearning that tugged at the corners of my consciousness. Watching him dance, I felt a sense of connection, as if our souls were entwined in the music, moving in perfect harmony. Yet amidst the swell of emotions, there was also a pang of uncertainty. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was somehow intruding on a private moment, a spectator to a scene meant for someone else's eyes. And as I sat there, lost in the mesmerizing rhythm of his dance, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to join him, to let go of my inhibitions and surrender to the music.

As I sat there, watching Alastor's captivating performance on the dance floor, a prickling sensation crept over my skin, as if someone's gaze was fixed on me. I turned to find Rosie, her expression expectant, waiting for a response to something she had said. My heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her sudden interruption. "Sorry, what was that?", I asked, my voice slightly breathless as I tore my attention away from Alastor's hypnotic movements. "I- Uh, wasn't listening..." I awkwardly admit. Rosie arched an eyebrow, her expression a curious mix of amusement and understanding. "Clearly", she remarked dryly, her tone laced with teasing. "Someone else had your attention". I cleared my throat, attempting to regain my composure as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "I, um, guess, he's a good dancer, that's what I'm watching. Wish I could dance like that" I splutter out in a panic, my gaze flickering back to where Alastor continued to weave his spell on the dance floor. Rosie chuckled softly, a knowing glint in her eyes. "You're attracted to him, aren't you?" she teased, nudging me playfully with her elbow. I felt a blush deepen on my screen, a mixture of embarrassment and something else I couldn't quite name. "I-I don't know what you're talking about", I replied, my voice betraying my uncertainty as I glanced back at Alastor, unable to tear my gaze away.

Rosie's playful banter continued as she leaned in closer, her tone conspiratorial. "Oh, come on, Vox. You can't fool me", she insisted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've seen the way you look at him. It's written all over your face". I tried to brush off her observation with a dismissive wave of my hand, but her words lingered in the air, refusing to be ignored. "Nonsense", I replied, feigning nonchalance. "He's just a friend. A bit eccentric, perhaps, but nothing more". But Rosie wasn't convinced, and she shook her head with a knowing smile. "You can deny it all you want, but I see the way you light up when he's around", she said gently. "You look at him like he's the most precious thing in the world". er words struck a chord within me, and I found myself momentarily speechless, unable to come up with a witty retort. Deep down, I knew she was right. There was something about Alastor that drew me in, something I couldn't quite explain. And as much as I tried to deny it, Rosie's astute observation only served to reinforce what I had been trying to ignore: that perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to my feelings for Alastor than I cared to admit.

As Rosie's words sank in, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "Well, even if that were true, which it's not", I countered, trying to regain my composure, "it's not like anything could ever come of it. We're... different". But Rosie just chuckled, unfazed by my deflection. "Different or not, sometimes opposites attract", she remarked with a shrug. "And who knows? Stranger things have happened in hell".
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her optimism, but a small part of me couldn't deny the faint spark of hope her words ignited. Perhaps, in this twisted realm where anything was possible, there was a chance for something more between Alastor and me. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on enjoying the lively atmosphere of the bar and the comforting presence of my friends.