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The party was at full swing, gentle jazz music in the background, Alastor had refused to show his face if there was none at all, with much arguing and refusal, accompanied by Husk also expressing that a bit of swing never hurt a party he had been to, Vaggie had finally agreed there will be a jazz hour. Alastor was satisfied with this.
He sat at the bar, sipping his whisky, sitting in silence watching everyone socialize, there was tacky decorations all around, balloons everywhere, Charlie had insisted. He watched as Husk awkwardly approached Angel.
"Hey..uh…Legs, I was, uh, I was just wondering…you know tradition when the clock…the new year and all…it would be terrible to start…" he clears his throat trying to regain control of what he was asking.
Angel lets out a short laugh before straightening Husk's bow-tie "Y'know Whiska's…if ya wanna kiss me, ya just gotta ask" Husks ear pull back as Angel leans forward and pecks his cheek "I'd love for you to be my new years kiss"
He watches Charlie and Vaggie cuddle, others dancing together and getting chummy, discussing who will kiss who when the year comes to an end.
Alastor finishes his whisky before standing and heading up stairs to take in the site of the pride ring from the balcony, he watches people celebrating, dancing, and partying, he enjoys the chaos of it all, the noise never bothered him much but did they have to be so sloppy? Why could they not enjoy a gentleman's drink and a relaxed discussion?
He lets out a sigh before a small cough alerts him that he is no longer alone "out here all alone handsome?" Alastor turns his attention and cannot help the gentle blush on his cheeks as he realizes who the voice belonged to. Why was he blushing? He had no reason to blush, did he?
"What do I owe the pleasure of your company, sire?" Alastor asks, doing all in his power to hide the fact he was not as bothered as he should have been from the compliment.
Lucifer hauls himself up to sit on the balcony railings beside Alastor, bringing him more face to face "well, I see you sitting alone at the bar, everyone is finding their kiss for that silly tradition, then you were gone…plus the music has changed, I'm not a big fan of Bee's music, she's a lovely sin…but the music is just a little…I don't know…" he trails off realizing he is talking for the sake of talking. Alastor hasn't taken his eyes off the short king, Alastor had never realized the subtle glow that surrounded him, it was beautiful. Lucifer however, has not taken his eyes off of the pride ring, the sinners fighting, killing each other over and over again "So…how comes you're hiding up here? Vanessa still has that music you asked for on…everyone is complaining but they're all dancing, I've heard the time period it belongs too was, was quite a time…I'm sure you don't remember that much though, do you? I think most sinners choose to forget their previous lives when they get down here, I wouldn't blame them, why hold onto the past when you're sent to a pit made to torture you for your use of free will?" He looks up at Alastor who still has not averted his gaze, a gentle smirk on his face.
"Vaggie, Sire…your daughters beloved is named Vaggie" Lucifer blinks, everything he had said and all he heard was an incorrect name? "…you shouldn't be so concerned for them either…" he looks out to the pride ring "all of this pathetic lot, they made their own beds, allow them to lie in the mess they have made…"
"You don't seem too upset to be here, I mean many overlords are happy here, but you…you seem to thrive, like you know you belong here" Lucifer cannot take his eyes off the radio demon, taking in his power, the gentle red hue that surrounds him, the way he holds himself with such pride, if Lucifer didn't know any better he would swear that the sinner was hell-born.
"Hmm, I knew when I committed my first murder that I would not be getting into heaven, much to maman's disappointment, I was her 'Ange Chéri'…but when you dealt with the filth I had to deal with…the hatred to anything that was not 'pure'…sire, there were worse men than I up there, I accepted my fate, I had decided that if I were to be in hell, I may as well have fun on my way down…and clear some of the filth on the way" Alastor turns to Lucifer "However, you were not wrong about the parties, the parties were immaculate, the gentlemen dressed well and the ladies dressed even better, the dancing improved over the years but if you had only seen it sire…"
A count down can be heard across the pride ring.
20, 19, 18.
"…It was beautiful, if you ignore the rough times of course, the war was not amazing, neither was segregation, but we got by, we did not let anyone get us down…and from what I hear, things improved…not perfect, but definitely improved"
16, 15, 14…
"…I'll be honest sire, this will be my first ever new year celebrated…I was always so busy on New Year's Eve, either broadcasting or…other activities…" he glances towards Lucifer who has not said a word, he is just watching, smiling and listening.
10, 9, 8, 7
"Is something amusing sire?" Alastor asks, suddenly feeling an immense amount of vulnerability, he has shared way too much, why did he keep talking? He had learnt many decades ago that you do not share anything personal, no feelings, no heart to be worn on your sleeve, that gets you hurt, it was a lesson learnt early in his life on the surface that he had carried into the afterlife, he shifts slightly "…though please ignore an old radio hosts ramblings, its all nonsense of course…"
5, 4, 3
"Hey, Al…" Lucifer says with a smirk "shut up and kiss me…" He leans forward and pulls Alastors staff.
2, 1 HAPPY NEW YEAR
Alastor follows his staff falling forwards, his lapel grabbed and Lucifer pulls him in and places a gentle kiss on the deer demons lips, a moment of freeze before Alastor kisses back, a warm feeling in his guts, he wraps his arms around Lucifer and moved closer so they're chest to chest, he brings one hand up and holds the back of Lucifers head, knocking his hat off over the balcony, Lucifer keeps one hand gripping Alastors lapel, the other moves up to rest on his cheek. The kiss is long, warm and gentle. They gently pull away.
"Happy new year Bambi…and please…call me Lu…"
Alastor, nods gently, processing what had just happened, the realization dawning on him, the blushing, the oversharing, the constant observation of the small king the second he entered the room, Alastor felt romantic feelings for him.
He cannot resist to lead in for one final peck before resting his head against Lucifers, fireworks behind them as they stay in each others grasp, people singing a mix of songs and cheers in celebration.
"Happy New Year, Si…Lu"