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Date: 2024-09-27 12:43 am (UTC)His legs dangle off the edge of the counter, and Val towers over him, letting him feel small and cared for, thighs spreading to invite Val closer.
How long do they have before the phone starts off again? Or worse, before Vox is there in the flesh trying to tear Val's attention away?]
M'fine, Daddy.
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Date: 2024-09-27 01:36 am (UTC)I want to be sure.
[ again, his tone is a little sharper than it needs to be, the lingering dregs of his anger over the entire night roughing up the edges, but it doesn't seem personal, at least. valentino pushes angel's legs apart just a little more with surprisingly gentle hands - for someone known to be so cruel, he can be just as kind when he wants to be - and carefully examines the damage now that it's all been properly cleaned up.
he hates it. he fucking loathes it, but what he hates more is that there's not a fucking thing he can do about it. when it all scars over, when the fur has grown back enough to hide it, it won't be enough to erase it from his mind.
valentino grinds his teeth, long fingers gingerly touching underneath the 'o' when his phone starts to vibrate again, buzzing loudly against the countertop. red eyes snap upward, narrowed and dangerous, and he doesn't have to be able to see the screen to know that it's vox. ]
Fucking— [ a venomous murmur under his breath. his eyes shift, finding the single camera in the bathroom and staring for a solid three seconds while the phone continues to ring. valentino has no idea if vox is actually watching - for the most part, the cameras in his penthouse stay off unless valentino requests otherwise - but he wouldn't put it past vox to peek in without permission. especially when he's being so blatantly and deliberately ignored.
valentino looks up at angel next, and his words are still somewhat tight, but he makes a point of softening them. ] Turn that shit off for me, baby.
[ if vox wants to rip into valentino for throwing a shitfit in the studio, he can do it tomorrow. valentino doesn't have the patience to listen to it tonight. ]
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Date: 2024-09-27 02:10 am (UTC)He fidgets with the hem of his dress, keeping it out of the way, and that buzzing vibrates right through him, Angel frowning until he once again wins that unspoken contest playing out in his head.]
I got it, Daddy. [He scoops it up, eyes flicking to that camera with a smirk as he declines the call and shuts it off. Val is his tonight.
Setting it down again, he ghosts the backs of his fingers along Val's antenna, trying to soothe that tension.]
No more interruptions.
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Date: 2024-09-28 05:58 pm (UTC)speaking of fucking thorns - that's one less in his side, now that his phone is shut off. normally, valentino would be pleased to chat with vox about - well, damn near anything, but his patience is thin-to-fraying and the last thing he needs is to have yet another error of his pointed out to him. the studio will be fine - it's not as if the vees aren't fucking loaded, and there's plenty of equipment on standby ready to be rigged up once everything's cleaned and sorted, so really, it's not that big of a deal.
valentino smiles, but it's thin and forced, and he only relaxes once angel starts smoothing his fingers down the length of one of his antennae. he breathes in deep, then out slowly, fingers still lightly touching the edges of jagged letters along the inside of angel's thigh. now that it's properly cleaned, it doesn't look nearly as bad as he expected, but the fact that it's there at all is bad enough. val clenches his teeth lightly, and his hand ghosts past angel's knee and down to his ankle, squeezing lightly.
after a beat, he leans in, and brushes a kiss against the inside of angel's thigh, where the skin is soft and undamaged. ]
You should have let me kill them all.
[ permanently, he means. ]
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Date: 2024-09-30 12:27 am (UTC)[Just more dead fucks, and a still angry Val. It wouldn't stop the sting of the damage done. Besides-]
You killed the ones that did it.
[He knows Val's ego's bruised. And that it's more that Angel's his, and therefore it's insulting, rather than anything deeper. But after so long of being Val's, that ownership is like a form of love.]
They aren't worth the bullets, Val.
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Date: 2024-10-07 12:52 am (UTC)but it would have felt good. it'd felt fucking great ripping out one of their throats with his bare hands, even better sinking a fancy little bullet into two skulls. violence in the face of blatant disrespect always manages to settle something feral within him.
angel's right, though. as pissed as valentino is, those assholes don't really deserve any more of his time or his energy. they're not worth wasting the bullets he already has very few of left, and if he nailed the fucker who thought it was a good idea to carve a label into angel's flesh because he saw something like it in a movie once, good. he deserves to rot somewhere deeper and darker than hell.
his hand still circled around angel's ankle, valentino gives it another light squeeze, then runs his fingers up the back of angel's leg as he stands back up to his full height. he offers the same hand to him to help him down, even though he's probably more than capable of doing it himself. ]
Come. Call down to the kitchen and have them bring something up.
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Date: 2024-10-07 01:06 am (UTC)Yes, Val. [Honestly, he's still not all that hungry, but if it will make Val happy he can order something. And he'll order something extra for Val to pick at when that anger wears off enough for the Overlord to notice his hunger.]