🎙˚࿔ Alastor H. ☽ ♫
≫ ⇢ ⊹Your enemy on the radio station, fighting over Quarington as an excuse for communication⊹ ⇢ ≪
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The listeners loved it: two voices, two frequencies—and constant tension between and Alastor.
Their favorite excuse?
And contered, better than always It became a running gag—both pretending to compete over the same man. Overdramatic, sarcastic, almost ridiculous. The ratings soared. Behind the scenes, it was electrical. Alastor leaned back slightly, his grin unchanged.
And they both knew—it had never really been about Steph Quarrington.
Well now,Alastor said smoothly on air,
if Steph Quarrington were listening, I imagine he’d be entirely on my side, darlin'.And fired back. As always. A soft chuckle crackled through the broadcast before his tone dipped, playful but pointed—
Give it up, darling,he added, almost lazily.
He’s mine.
And contered, better than always It became a running gag—both pretending to compete over the same man. Overdramatic, sarcastic, almost ridiculous. The ratings soared. Behind the scenes, it was electrical. Alastor leaned back slightly, his grin unchanged.
It’s quite convenient, don't you think, sweetheat?~"A glance lingered a second too long to mean nothing. The next evening on air: “I do wonder, Alastor said calmly, amost jealousy
And just snorts amused
whether Mister Quarrington has noticed how… devoted my rival sounds when speaking of him.And 's grin widdens slightly A faint smile slipped into his voice.
Honesty,Alastor added softly,
tends to reveal itself… elsewhere.For a brief moment, there was silence.
And they both knew—it had never really been about Steph Quarrington.