[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]
...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]
[One hand settles at the small of Angel's back, another stroking tenderly between his shoulder blades. It's soft and tender and in perfect counterpoint to his attitude over text. As if just seeing Angel had shifted his mood.
Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]
Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.
[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]
[Angel relaxes against him at first, easily soothed by those soft touches, at least until he finds his gaze forced to Val's.]
I gotta get back to Nuggys is all. The shifts have been so long- not-...I'm not complaining- I just- I gotta make sure he's okay, yah know? That's all-
[He wants to shrink back, but he can feel Val's arm start to tighten. He nuzzles into the hand at his cheek instead.]
I didn' mean ta make you feel neglected, Val- honest- I'm trying-
Did ya ask 'em to kidnap ya, you dummy?? [But, fuck- no- you're okay, Fizz. Angel rubs his back trying to soothe those trembles.] Mm? Oh, um- no I don'- [Angel spares a moment to actually give himself a once over] oh, uh- Little bit. Not a big deal. Sinners heal fast.
Well, I mean... no, but... fuck. [ He takes in a deep breath and looks Angel over to see where he'd been hurt. ] Still. We should get ya cleaned up. [ Plus Fizz just wanted to get the fuck away from the car. ]
Then they're the idiots who oughta be sorry, right? [Angel nods towards the bloody smears that used to be the kidnappers.] You first. [He scoops Fizz up to get him away from this mess, limping a little as he walks, steering them away from Cannibal Town given the appetizing bloody trail he's leaving.]
It doesn't take Angel long to get himself ready, the promise of a good fix more of a draw than the money in that moment. Val's limo is gone almost as soon as he's stepped out, and he huffs, straightening his skirt and tousling his hair as he approach the motel. He double checks the address to see which door he should be knocking on, heels clicking as he approaches, smile all ready in place in case he's being watched from inside.
His fingers rap on the door, casually flipping off a seedy interloper who tries to catcall. He's on the clock with someone else.
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Austin is waiting, practically vibrating with energy, both natural and enforced from the powder he's taken into his veins. He opens the door and grins.
"Hey you made it!" He has a collar. It's studded with black diamonds, a full month's salary in this one gesture. "Here."
"You work fast, Daddy," Angel purrs appreciatively as he eyes the collar, and he steps inside. "You wanna put it on me, or should I?" His fingers trace a tantalizing path along his bare throat in question.
[It's such a familiar motion by this point, Angel's moving almost before Val opens his mouth, muscle memory directing him to straddle that lap where somehow their size difference always feels that much more pronounced. That used to make him feel safe. Still does sometimes. He can't tell if that too is just muscle memory.
He lifts his chin up to look at him fingers sliding through that neck ruff in a self soothing manner.]
[ as angel looks up at him, valentino looks down, his head tilting slightly to one side and angel cards his fingers through his collar. angel is not a small man by any means - thin, maybe, but typically on the taller side when compared to everyone else - but it never fails to amuse valentino how... delicate he looks, when he sits in his lap like this.
his brows lift slightly behind his glasses. ]
You're always sorry, aren't you?
[ he says this almost like it bores him, like maybe he doesn't believe that angel is sorry at all, but valentino doesn't linger on this tone. once angel is settled in his lap, he puts both of his empty hands on his back, one between his shoulders and one at the bottom of his spine, so that when he leans forward for a moment so he can put his drink in the nearest cupholder, angel's kept safe and in place.
when he sits back, his hands move again, one on each of his hips, and a third petting at the fluff over angel's chest. he says, with sincerity that seems to toe the line of being slightly overdone: ]
I'm sorry, too. You know my temper gets away from me sometimes, but I don't mean it.
[Angel's gaze falls at that bored reprimand, and he stops himself from giving yet another apology. He can barely remember the last time he's apologized to anyone outside of Val, and he knows he sure as shit owes a lot of people their share of them over the years. But for Valentino they pour out when he's not even sure what it is he's apologizing for.
He savors that brief moment of being held, safe and secure, mind jumping through hoops to try and defend all the examples he has to counter that feeling.
He lifts his gaze back up at the apology, and nods in understanding.]
I know, Val.
[Why's he so fucking stupid every time? Angel tries to quiet that voice. Fine, he's an idiot, but shit ain't gonna change anyway, so why not enjoy the good parts while he's got 'em? Or maybe this time he really means it...]
I know. I shouldn't've given ya reason to get bad in the first place. I ain't been usin' as much, an' my head don't feel right half the time... I ain't tryin' ta upset ya Val, I swear.
[Being killed in a way he can come back from is bad enough, but the ever present threat of working with a temperamental overlord with his own angelic firearms is terrifying enough to generally keep Angel in line (as much as Angel can be kept in line. It's not like he doesn't know he's going to get taken out one of these days by some kind of angelic weapon, but it's supposed to be the sort of threat he only has to face once a year.
He holds the icepack in place and perches on the edge of the sofa. Lips curling into a grin that's worth the wince it causes.]
Heh- None taken. I improv a bit, but exactly shit I'm proud of or nothing. Val writes some, comes up with mosta the ideas at least. I know he's got a few script writers, but he's very...involved.
[ well. that's not surprising. valentino seems like the kind of person who likes to be in control, especially when it comes to his... business. if one could call it that. blitzø can't judge him for that, considering his own involvement in I.M.P., but it is kind of funny that most of the cringe-y shit comes from him. what a loser.
blitzø laughs a little, mostly to himself. he opens one of the desk drawers just for something to do with his hand, and then immediately pushes it closed again. the desk is technically everyone's, but loona tends to man it the most due to the nature of her position, so rifling through the drawers even out of boredom feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he's not about to open that can of worms. somehow, he knows she'd find out.
anyway. blitzø doesn't really want to talk about valentino anymore, and he assumes angel probably doesn't want to talk about him that much either, so he changes the subject. ]
You really think that hotel shit is gonna work? [ if he seems mildly doubtful, it's because he is. hell might not be that great, but the appeal of heaven kind of sucks to him too. why would you want to be somewhere where everything is perfect and you have to follow a bunch of bullshit rules? why would you want to fight to get into a place where some big fuckin' weirdo decides if you're good enough? based on what, exactly? like - blitzø doesn't get it, but he's never known anything outside of hell, and despite all the bullshit... he likes it here. ]
[Angel's nose scrunches, and then he looks guilty, shrugging a shoulder.]
Not for me at least. Don' know if it did work, it a Sinner that sold his soul could even go or not. But I'm pretty sure no amount a trust falls is gonna make up for the shit I did before and after dying. Plus mosta the angels Charlie's met sound like fuckin' dicks. And not the fun kind~
I'd like ta see my sister. And I'd like my friends ta be safe. But...I ain't gonna leave Char and Fat Nuggets, and-...everyone behind. [His eyes flick towards Blitzø, but...ugh, feelings.]
[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.
but he shows up.
when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]
[Angel hasn't replied since Val's last message, but there's a heart drawn on one of the windows on the far right. It seems to have been drawn on in blood, which either means Angel got creative, or these clients have broken even more rules and done some sort of damage to the merchandise.
Inside, Angel's distracted them they way he does best, offering himself up to help pass the time. He moans around the cock in his mouth, while two of the others fuck him far too hard for those sounds of pleasure to be real. His claws bite into his palms, two sets of arms tied behind his back, the third out of sight for now, and he fucking hopes Val shows up soon or they're going to lose interest.
The ones meant to be keeping watch are more interested in the show than in keeping an eye on the entry points...]
[ the little heart painted in the window catches valentino's attention the same way a flashing strobe light would, his eyes narrowing even further as he steps away from the car. he moves toward the marked room at an almost casual pace, boots clicking against the shoddy tar in the parking lot like a slowly-ticking time bomb, barely casting a passing glance as someone stumbles by him drunkenly, likely on their way back to their own room.
there are a few options here, all of which valentino has run through in his head already on the way here. the easiest, most efficient option would be to kick the door in and put a bullet in every single person's head, save for angel, of course. it'd be messy, but he could be quick about it, and he's always been a good shot. the problem, is that it feels too... merciful. anyone who crosses valentino, especially to an extreme like this, deserves to fear for their life at the very least. quick and easy would be too kind of him.
as valentino approaches the door, he tilts his head and just listens for a few moments, his eyes drifting to the bloody heart scribbled in the window. as far as he can tell, angel is still alive by the muffled sounds coming from inside. a plus on their part, but not enough to earn them even a sliver of clemency from valentino. unfortunately, these clients have sealed their fates.
shifting his attention back to the door, valentino lifts a hand... and knocks. he folds both sets of arms behind his back, standing there in the yellowy light of the breezeway - and he waits. patient in a way that should be unsettling, as he listens to the rapid shuffle of footsteps inside, the abrupt halt of all sound after that for a moment.
when the door opens, a lizard and a bull there to greet him ("greet"), weapons lowered but in-hand, valentino stoops down, bending at the waist so he fills the doorway. he keeps his hands folded behind his back, and he smiles at them like he's an old friend come to catch up, and not an overlord who's been crossed. ]
Hello, [ he says, his tone almost a little sing-songy. valentino looks them both over briefly, and then his gaze moves past them, seeking angel out. he doesn't seem surprised to find him in compromising position, but it should be clear to angel that whatever is about to happen here is not good. a calm valentino when he should be anything but is valentino at his most dangerous.
two hands unfold from behind him and settle against the door, pushing it open wider. he invites himself inside, bowing his head to avoid the doorframe, his wings draping and fluttering lightly behind him like a cap. once he's past the threshhold, having pushed past the two men at the door, valentino pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, and puts two of his hands on his hips. he folds a third over his chest, and casually looks at his claws on his remaining hand, feigning boredom and disinterest. ] So. I heard there was a little... change of plans. What was it, Angel baby?
[ he looks at angel, his eyebrows raising behind the rims of his glasses. valentino doesn't even acknowledge the three men who were likely fucking him just moments ago. ]
[ooc: I am so sorry, this completely slipped my mind. No worries if it has been too long, but I thought I'd come back to it just in case!]
[Angel Dust has been invited to the Heaven Embassy. A small invitation, all looped calligraphy and fancy gilt edges, faintly glowing. It's written as more of a summons than a request, but that's just Lute's way.
Adam doesn't know she's here. She didn't lie to him, nothing so overt as that, she just neglected to mention this side project of hers, because she knows how it would look. How she might be accused of sympathy for Sinners. It's not that, she tells herself. If she saw Angel on Extermination Day she'd stab him without hesitation, because she knows where her loyalties lie and how all this has to work.
It's not Extermination Day, and the Embassy is rarely used for anything else, and it's the best place for a meeting. Lute's not stupid, an angel navigating Hell alone is a giant neon target. Even her. Maybe especially her. She might not have serious concerns for her safety, but it could cause a riot, draw attention, and then she'd have to answer awkward questions about what she was actually doing there.
She does portal down in person. It's news that should be given in person. Lute waits in the conference room, standing, arms folded, wondering if he'll arrive.]
[ooc: Oof, I did the same, saw this tag, got all excited to tag it later and then forgot <3]
[Angel Dust wasn't the sort of person invited to the Embassy. Was anyone apart from Charlie and her dad ever invited? Fuck if he knows. Politics, not his thing. The invite makes him a little nervous, and he opts not to tell anyone at the hotel where he's going when he leaves.
Stepping inside, Angel's lower arms are folded, holding himself. This whole place feel so...big and empty. His heels echo, and after some exploring he finds his way into the conference room.
The sight of Lute makes him tense up instinctively; hard to see an Exorcist and not be wary, stupid even. He puts on a more confident expression, head tilting curiously, and he gives a little mock curtsy.]
Angel fumes the whole car ride over, the whole elevator ride up- all with no release. No, he saves it up as he stalks into the penthouse in search of Val. A good more than half of that anger really ought to be directed at himself. He knows he's playing right into Val's hand. Again. And yet here he is.
Oh look, that hideous vase Val liked for some reason. Angel pushes the thing over with a sense of satisfaction, starting towards the stairs.
"You wanted this so bad, you couldn't even be waiting for me?!"
The sound of something crashing and shattering is enough to pull Valentino from... wherever the fuck he is - lounging somewhere upstairs, probably, scrolling through voxtagram while he waits for Angel to make an appearance as predicted. Like he didn't just instigate an argument purely for his own entertainment and gratification.
He appears as a silhouette at first, dark and looming by the railing near the top of the stairs, glowing red eyes peering down toward the main stairs. As is usually the case, there's a thin, wispy haze of pink smoke around him, trailing back to wherever he just came from. He braces two of his hands on the railing and leans over it a lit, like - well, like an Overloard looking over his kingdom. Or in this case, the bottom floor.
Valentino ignores Angel's verbal outburst entirely, snapping back at him. "What the fuck did you just break?"
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for @ daddyv
[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]
...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]
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Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]
Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.
[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]
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I gotta get back to Nuggys is all. The shifts have been so long- not-...I'm not complaining- I just- I gotta make sure he's okay, yah know? That's all-
[He wants to shrink back, but he can feel Val's arm start to tighten. He nuzzles into the hand at his cheek instead.]
I didn' mean ta make you feel neglected, Val- honest- I'm trying-
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sorry life and the holiday got away from me
no worries at all <3
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for brightshinybrandbaby
Did ya ask 'em to kidnap ya, you dummy?? [But, fuck- no- you're okay, Fizz. Angel rubs his back trying to soothe those trembles.] Mm? Oh, um- no I don'- [Angel spares a moment to actually give himself a once over] oh, uh- Little bit. Not a big deal. Sinners heal fast.
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For @ the_reapers
It doesn't take Angel long to get himself ready, the promise of a good fix more of a draw than the money in that moment. Val's limo is gone almost as soon as he's stepped out, and he huffs, straightening his skirt and tousling his hair as he approach the motel. He double checks the address to see which door he should be knocking on, heels clicking as he approaches, smile all ready in place in case he's being watched from inside.
His fingers rap on the door, casually flipping off a seedy interloper who tries to catcall. He's on the clock with someone else.
[ooc: reply in preferred writing style and i'm happy to match <3]
Re: For @ the_reapers
"Hey you made it!" He has a collar. It's studded with black diamonds, a full month's salary in this one gesture. "Here."
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for @ shitzo
the recoil would pull it in that way u like, so only if ur okay with m&m seeing ur o face.
i look pretty in pink~ don't i?
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[ we don't talk about antarctica anymore. ]
u say taht liek u dont kno u look good in everythng
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i look even better in nothing
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wtf happened to my html rip
lol, it's in character ^_^
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lol, writing these lines kills me sometimes
lmao i feel that, sometimes i write some shit for blitzø and i'm like. i need to go.
lol <3
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stop, why is this cute 😩
^_^ they're cute together, i love your blitzø
🖤 i adore your angel
thank you! 🩷i'm always happy when we find each other
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[It's such a familiar motion by this point, Angel's moving almost before Val opens his mouth, muscle memory directing him to straddle that lap where somehow their size difference always feels that much more pronounced. That used to make him feel safe. Still does sometimes. He can't tell if that too is just muscle memory.
He lifts his chin up to look at him fingers sliding through that neck ruff in a self soothing manner.]
I know, Val. You know I'm sorry, right?
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his brows lift slightly behind his glasses. ]
You're always sorry, aren't you?
[ he says this almost like it bores him, like maybe he doesn't believe that angel is sorry at all, but valentino doesn't linger on this tone. once angel is settled in his lap, he puts both of his empty hands on his back, one between his shoulders and one at the bottom of his spine, so that when he leans forward for a moment so he can put his drink in the nearest cupholder, angel's kept safe and in place.
when he sits back, his hands move again, one on each of his hips, and a third petting at the fluff over angel's chest. he says, with sincerity that seems to toe the line of being slightly overdone: ]
I'm sorry, too. You know my temper gets away from me sometimes, but I don't mean it.
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He savors that brief moment of being held, safe and secure, mind jumping through hoops to try and defend all the examples he has to counter that feeling.
He lifts his gaze back up at the apology, and nods in understanding.]
I know, Val.
[Why's he so fucking stupid every time? Angel tries to quiet that voice. Fine, he's an idiot, but shit ain't gonna change anyway, so why not enjoy the good parts while he's got 'em? Or maybe this time he really means it...]
I know. I shouldn't've given ya reason to get bad in the first place. I ain't been usin' as much, an' my head don't feel right half the time... I ain't tryin' ta upset ya Val, I swear.
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[Being killed in a way he can come back from is bad enough, but the ever present threat of working with a temperamental overlord with his own angelic firearms is terrifying enough to generally keep Angel in line (as much as Angel can be kept in line. It's not like he doesn't know he's going to get taken out one of these days by some kind of angelic weapon, but it's supposed to be the sort of threat he only has to face once a year.
He holds the icepack in place and perches on the edge of the sofa. Lips curling into a grin that's worth the wince it causes.]
Heh- None taken. I improv a bit, but exactly shit I'm proud of or nothing. Val writes some, comes up with mosta the ideas at least. I know he's got a few script writers, but he's very...involved.
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blitzø laughs a little, mostly to himself. he opens one of the desk drawers just for something to do with his hand, and then immediately pushes it closed again. the desk is technically everyone's, but loona tends to man it the most due to the nature of her position, so rifling through the drawers even out of boredom feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he's not about to open that can of worms. somehow, he knows she'd find out.
anyway. blitzø doesn't really want to talk about valentino anymore, and he assumes angel probably doesn't want to talk about him that much either, so he changes the subject. ]
You really think that hotel shit is gonna work? [ if he seems mildly doubtful, it's because he is. hell might not be that great, but the appeal of heaven kind of sucks to him too. why would you want to be somewhere where everything is perfect and you have to follow a bunch of bullshit rules? why would you want to fight to get into a place where some big fuckin' weirdo decides if you're good enough? based on what, exactly? like - blitzø doesn't get it, but he's never known anything outside of hell, and despite all the bullshit... he likes it here. ]
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Not for me at least. Don' know if it did work, it a Sinner that sold his soul could even go or not. But I'm pretty sure no amount a trust falls is gonna make up for the shit I did before and after dying. Plus mosta the angels Charlie's met sound like fuckin' dicks. And not the fun kind~
I'd like ta see my sister. And I'd like my friends ta be safe. But...I ain't gonna leave Char and Fat Nuggets, and-...everyone behind. [His eyes flick towards Blitzø, but...ugh, feelings.]
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<3 Blitzø
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[ valentino doesn't really bother with dictating where someone can fuck angel - so long as they pay and they don't break any of his rules (no leaving visible marks unless they've paid extra upfront, no disobeying angel if he says no to something (though that one is kind of a case-by-case basis), among a few) he doesn't really care. but having to drive out to this shitty motel just outside of town is almost as insulting as the insinuation that angel is only worth fifty-thousand dollars, and valentino's not happy about it.
but he shows up.
when the car pulls up to the motel, no attempt at subtlety is made to hide or disguise his arrival. valentino wants them to know that he's here. when he steps out of the back, he appears to be relatively calm. almost bored, but anyone that knows him would know there's a fucking storm raging inside of him right now, obvious in the tension held in his jaw. he smooths the wrinkles out of his black dress shirt, adjusts the cuff of one sleeve where it's rolled up to his elbow, and pushes the car door shut with one of his other hands, red eyes narrowed and scanning the motel room windows for a sign indicating where angel is being held. ]
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Inside, Angel's distracted them they way he does best, offering himself up to help pass the time. He moans around the cock in his mouth, while two of the others fuck him far too hard for those sounds of pleasure to be real. His claws bite into his palms, two sets of arms tied behind his back, the third out of sight for now, and he fucking hopes Val shows up soon or they're going to lose interest.
The ones meant to be keeping watch are more interested in the show than in keeping an eye on the entry points...]
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there are a few options here, all of which valentino has run through in his head already on the way here. the easiest, most efficient option would be to kick the door in and put a bullet in every single person's head, save for angel, of course. it'd be messy, but he could be quick about it, and he's always been a good shot. the problem, is that it feels too... merciful. anyone who crosses valentino, especially to an extreme like this, deserves to fear for their life at the very least. quick and easy would be too kind of him.
as valentino approaches the door, he tilts his head and just listens for a few moments, his eyes drifting to the bloody heart scribbled in the window. as far as he can tell, angel is still alive by the muffled sounds coming from inside. a plus on their part, but not enough to earn them even a sliver of clemency from valentino. unfortunately, these clients have sealed their fates.
shifting his attention back to the door, valentino lifts a hand... and knocks. he folds both sets of arms behind his back, standing there in the yellowy light of the breezeway - and he waits. patient in a way that should be unsettling, as he listens to the rapid shuffle of footsteps inside, the abrupt halt of all sound after that for a moment.
when the door opens, a lizard and a bull there to greet him ("greet"), weapons lowered but in-hand, valentino stoops down, bending at the waist so he fills the doorway. he keeps his hands folded behind his back, and he smiles at them like he's an old friend come to catch up, and not an overlord who's been crossed. ]
Hello, [ he says, his tone almost a little sing-songy. valentino looks them both over briefly, and then his gaze moves past them, seeking angel out. he doesn't seem surprised to find him in compromising position, but it should be clear to angel that whatever is about to happen here is not good. a calm valentino when he should be anything but is valentino at his most dangerous.
two hands unfold from behind him and settle against the door, pushing it open wider. he invites himself inside, bowing his head to avoid the doorframe, his wings draping and fluttering lightly behind him like a cap. once he's past the threshhold, having pushed past the two men at the door, valentino pushes the door closed behind him with his heel, and puts two of his hands on his hips. he folds a third over his chest, and casually looks at his claws on his remaining hand, feigning boredom and disinterest. ] So. I heard there was a little... change of plans. What was it, Angel baby?
[ he looks at angel, his eyebrows raising behind the rims of his glasses. valentino doesn't even acknowledge the three men who were likely fucking him just moments ago. ]
Fifty-thousand?
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stares at my typos with dead eyes.
i didn't even notice, and omg that action, that was beautifully written
🖤🖤
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yes he meant the bull haha
^_^ haha good
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it's Lute :D
[Angel Dust has been invited to the Heaven Embassy. A small invitation, all looped calligraphy and fancy gilt edges, faintly glowing. It's written as more of a summons than a request, but that's just Lute's way.
Adam doesn't know she's here. She didn't lie to him, nothing so overt as that, she just neglected to mention this side project of hers, because she knows how it would look. How she might be accused of sympathy for Sinners. It's not that, she tells herself. If she saw Angel on Extermination Day she'd stab him without hesitation, because she knows where her loyalties lie and how all this has to work.
It's not Extermination Day, and the Embassy is rarely used for anything else, and it's the best place for a meeting. Lute's not stupid, an angel navigating Hell alone is a giant neon target. Even her. Maybe especially her. She might not have serious concerns for her safety, but it could cause a riot, draw attention, and then she'd have to answer awkward questions about what she was actually doing there.
She does portal down in person. It's news that should be given in person. Lute waits in the conference room, standing, arms folded, wondering if he'll arrive.]
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[Angel Dust wasn't the sort of person invited to the Embassy. Was anyone apart from Charlie and her dad ever invited? Fuck if he knows. Politics, not his thing. The invite makes him a little nervous, and he opts not to tell anyone at the hotel where he's going when he leaves.
Stepping inside, Angel's lower arms are folded, holding himself. This whole place feel so...big and empty. His heels echo, and after some exploring he finds his way into the conference room.
The sight of Lute makes him tense up instinctively; hard to see an Exorcist and not be wary, stupid even. He puts on a more confident expression, head tilting curiously, and he gives a little mock curtsy.]
Ya called?
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for @ papichulo
Angel fumes the whole car ride over, the whole elevator ride up- all with no release. No, he saves it up as he stalks into the penthouse in search of Val. A good more than half of that anger really ought to be directed at himself. He knows he's playing right into Val's hand. Again. And yet here he is.
Oh look, that hideous vase Val liked for some reason. Angel pushes the thing over with a sense of satisfaction, starting towards the stairs.
"You wanted this so bad, you couldn't even be waiting for me?!"
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He appears as a silhouette at first, dark and looming by the railing near the top of the stairs, glowing red eyes peering down toward the main stairs. As is usually the case, there's a thin, wispy haze of pink smoke around him, trailing back to wherever he just came from. He braces two of his hands on the railing and leans over it a lit, like - well, like an Overloard looking over his kingdom. Or in this case, the bottom floor.
Valentino ignores Angel's verbal outburst entirely, snapping back at him. "What the fuck did you just break?"
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stares at all my typos with dead eyes.
I never notice <3
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