Ad-Lib My Heart(Valastor)

♥️Chapter 10🦌

He just stared at it....

His red eyes glowed in the dimly lit room as he peer down at the letter. Angel was right for once. He did call Valentino out....so he supposed the moth deserved an answer. A sigh escaped past his glowing smile as he walked over to his mahogany dresser. He opened one of the drawers and shoved the letter inside, then shut it. His shadow appeared on the wall next to the candle light, giving him a look of worry. "What is it," he asked it. It place a hand over where its heart should be. "Huh," Alastor was confused and placed his hand over the same spot on his own body. "Oh...that's why...no need to worry. I'm fine."

A red eye from below appeared, glowing, "Yeah right! That letter really worked you up huh?"

"Quiet you," he snapped at his microphone. Even if it was right he didn't want to hear it. "Fine," it said back before closing it's eyes once more. He shook his head, walking over to his desk. He settled down and began to read quietly.

His shadow jumped from the light of one candle to another until it was looming over him. "I'm busy...," he told it, wanting it to leave him alone for now. It seemed like it huffed but no sound could be heard as it made a motion to open the dresser drawer. He growled at his shadow for acting on its own, "What are you doing?!" It ignored him and slammed the letter on top of the pages of his book. "I have some time you know," he crossed his arms over his chest, the pupils in his eyes showing black slits due to his irritation. The shadow pointed at it as if to say "You need to start writing."

Sighing, he picked up the letter and placed it off to the side, "Alright, alright, fine. I will get it written, but I will not send it just yet. Understand?"

His shadow nodded in response, a wide grin forming on its dark face. "Good," Alastor reaches over grabbing his ink, fountain pen, and some paper. He would probably have to try a few times until he got it just right. It's going to be a long night.
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By morning, Alastor found that nothing he was writing was coming out the way he wanted. He felt annoyed at himself. He was a man with many words, and yet he found none that suited how he wanted to respond. "Tsk, maybe this is an awful idea after all," he grumbled as he crumbled up a letter and tossed it in the trash. His shadow seemed to have let out a sigh, feeling pity for it's master. It finally just pulled the pen from his hand and placed it down, it's way of saying, "Alright that's enough."

He looked over at the old grandfather clock that was nestled in far corner of his room. His red rust eyes catching that it was 5am. He got up, "I suppose we shall try again later. For now I need to start breakfast."

As he walked to the kitchen he was greeted by Niffty, "Oh Alastor! I got everything cleaned up so I thought I might help you with breakfast today!"
His grin widened, "Why that sounds wonderful my little darling. Come then let's get it started before the others begin to wake." Alastor opened the doors to the kitchen, letting the little cyclops go in first.

Alastor removed his coat, swapping it for a apron from the hooks that held them. "Here you go," he hands Niffty her little apron. With bounce in her step she swiftly took it and tied it around her. They were both now ready to get to work.

Niffty handled scrabbling eggs, while Alastor made fresh dough for biscuits. "So....," the small cyclops started, catching his attention, "You okay?"

"I'm fine dear...." His attention stayed to the dough as he continued, "Why do you ask?"

She gave a small smile, "Well....Husk and I know you pretty well. After all we've be with you for years. We've learned your mannerisms and speech patterns...so I guess you could say we're pretty good at telling your emotions. Somethings bothering you....isn't there?"

Was there? Alastor didn't feel like he was giving off that impression. He thought he was keeping himself composed. "Not at all," he lied with his normal cheerful voice. Niffty placed a hand on her hip, "Alastor, don't lie to me..."

"I'm not."

"You are too!"

A tiny huff escaped her lips, "You're not going to tell me....."

She felt a hand be placed on her head, causing her to open her one eye, looking to see it was Alastor's hand. Although smiling his eyes showed that he seemed confused, maybe even conflicted. "I assure you I am just fine my dear. Please do not worry," he patted the top of her head three times before he withdrew, going back to making biscuits. She studied him for a moment before she sighed, "Okay. If you say so. But I'm here,  if you need me."

"I know. Thank you, little darling."
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After eating his breakfast, Angel had to leave. Val had called him in for some shoots. So here he was, at the studios. "Hey Big V...," he greeted the moth pimp, who was sitting there watching a different employee. His head turned to the effeminate spider, "Good morning Angel Cakes.~"

The pale pink spider tried not to be surprised by the other's good mood, knowing it had to be because of Al's reaction to the letter. "You're up next baby, go get ready," the blue skinned moth stated, "The script is laying on your vanity."

Angel gave a nod, before walking off to his dressing room. Valentino didn't get angry at him for not being at the studio for once? Holy shit if this is how the pimp would be by just knowing the red demon's reaction, he could only imagine how he'd be if they were actually dating. He had his doubts, but now they were gone for sure. He grinned at his reflection in mirror, "Maybe Val and Smiles gettin' ta gather wouldn't be sucha bad idea afta all."