Snow Angel (Alastor x OC)

•{Chapter 16}•

Starlight

Heading back indoors, Harlene saw that only Husk, Niffty, Razzle and Dazzle were in the reception, meaning that the others must've gone upstairs, presumably to put Angel Dust to sleep to help his wounds heal faster. Worried for the health of her friend, Harlene made her way upstairs and knocked on the door to Angel Dust's room, where Vaggie opened the door for her to enter. Inside, Molly had tucked Angel Dust into his bed and presently sat beside him on the edge of it. Fat Nuggets had shrieked upon seeing Angel Dust's injuries and raced over to the bedside, where Molly lifted him up to join her and Angel Dust on the bed. He then snuggled against Angel Dust, sniffling. Lovingly yet frailly, Angel Dust pulled Fat Nuggets onto his lap, wincing a little because of his plastered wounds but managing under the piglet's weight.

"Will Angel Dust be okay?" Harlene whispered to Vaggie.

"Of course he'll be okay. He's Angel Dust," Vaggie grumbled in response, then frowned at her. "I'm more concerned about you."

"Why? I got nowhere near as hurt as Angel Dust."

Vaggie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "That's not what I mean. Don't play dumb. We all saw how much Alastor is pretending to care about you." Her words made Harlene look away, but she then lifted her head to acknowledge the other demoness when she held onto her shoulders. Instead of anger, Vaggie's gaze was filled with empathy and she let a sigh billow from her lips. She let a smile creep onto her complexion. "Look; I won't ever like him, but you're my friend and I worry - that's all. But, over the past few weeks, I've started to reconsider my feelings towards you and Alastor's friendship because - well," she sneaked a glance at Charlie, "I was in your shoes once. Yet, Charlie turned out to be the loveliest demon I've ever met when I got to know her for more than her title as the Princess of Hell. Being anywhere near her or her family scared me, but now I can say that I don't care for any of that anymore. I love her, and as she tends to say, that's all that matters... Of course, your safety matters too."

Harlene tilted her head. "Vaggie, I'm not going to end up in a relationship with Alastor, if that's what you're worried about."

Instantly, Vaggie pulled away and exhaled, "Thank fuck!"

The whole room went silent for a few moments, causing the two demonesses to realise that their conversation had been less private than they'd thought. Bashfully, Harlene leaned back against the nearest wall, the fact that everyone's eyes were on her and Vaggie making her nervous. She started stroking her hair in embarrassment and glanced down at her boots. She could feel her face turning blue while she shuffled the fronts of her soles against the floor.
Surprisingly to Harlene, Charlie looked saddened to hear what she'd said to Vaggie, whilst Angel Dust simply did his best to hold back laughter as he raised an eyebrow at her. Meanwhile, Molly looked absolutely confused.

"Wait, so you're not a couple?" Molly gasped in awe.

Brushing her fringe out of her face, Harlene peered at them all and replied, "No. Alastor's asexual aromantic - at least that's what we determined when we did research on the modern sexuality stuff that Angel mentioned once."

"Sugar, asexuality doesn't mean he has erectile dysfunction."

"Angel!" Harlene squealed with a mixture of repugnance and mirth.

"No, but seriously; some asexuals can be okay with sex if their partner likes it or they enjoy it with said partner. Some aromantics, 'though rare, can fall in love too. There's a whole spectrum of different attractions that fall under the general umbrella terms that can't be named because otherwise we'd have an infinite list of 'em, which is impossible," Angel Dust informed Harlene, resulting in Vaggie raising her eyebrows in surprise.