Radio's Angel (Alastor x Emily)

Alastor

When I woke up the next morning I noticed that Emily was already up. I realize she isn't facing me so I tap her shoulder.

"Are you alright little dove?"

She turns to face me and I can see that is holding a dark orb in her hands and was sculpting it somehow.

"I'm okay Al, just a long night."

"Couldn't sleep?"

What is that orb and why does it feel familiar?

"It's not that. Richter had me practice how to use his abilities and made my dream feel like it took days, but now I can do this!"

She then had the shadow in her hand form an intricate design of a heart with me and her in it. It was so damn cute! Like a toddler using a molotov cocktail to burn the words 'I love you mom' onto the floor.

"You are very sweet my dove, but are you sure you're okay? Don't need you passing out randomly from exhaustion."

"I'm fine Al, only a little tired mentally."

A little? Seems like more than just a little.

I place my hands on her shoulders and have her lay back down.

"Get your rest for now. I'll come get you, or send one of my shadows if it starts."

"But-"

"Rest."

She made a pouting face but listened and lay back down. I got up and got ready for the coming battle. The old me would have probably looked forward to it's entertainment, but now I'm mostly worried about what I might lose if we fall here. Not just my friends down here, but my mother will most likely also be punished for assisting us if Lute comes out victorious.

"We must win."

"What was that Al?"

"Nothing my dear. Just rest up for now."

I made my way down to the parlor and saw that the others were mostly just sitting around and talking. Doing anything they could could lessen the anxiety of the upcoming attack. All the couples had gone into there own little groups, so it was just Vesper with the angels minus Molly, who had managed to make her way to Angel and Husk.

I made my way over to Velvet and Ven. They seemed to be in the best of shape compared to everyone else. Velvet was having Ven try on some new scarves she was thinking about. The poor guy must have been her portable mannequin the whole time he was here.

"The hotel is about to come under siege, and your way of relieving stress is to play dress up with your partner?"

Velvet shot me a glare.

"What we do in our spare time is none of your business. I plan to survive this battle, so I can't spend all this time without some new fashion line to push when I get back."

"She's right. It's best to assume survival or death, always have surety or else you have nothing to fight for."

"Stop moving. I need to see how this looks, can you lift your head a little?"

Ven does and she repositions the scarf a bit. 

"Maybe it's a bit too busy? Or perhaps I should alter the coloration a bit."

"Vel it's great. We can work that out after we get back to the tower and you have your workshop."

Ven grabbed her hands and held them for a moment.

"Relax Vel, your starting to panic."

I noticed it too, she had begun to shake and fidget as she was dressing him with the last scarf.