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Substance Abuse starter
"I'm worried about you. Your drinking has been getting out of control."
"I appreciate your concern, but I can handle it. It's just a way to unwind."
"I'm just having fun. I'm not addicted."
"I've seen the toll that substance abuse can take on people. It's dangerous."
"I'm different. I can handle it."
"I care about you, and I want you to seek help."
"I don't need help. I can quit anytime I want. It's not as bad as you think."
"I've noticed a change in your behavior since you started using."
"It's just a phase. I'm experimenting, trying new things. It's not a big deal."
"I can't just give it up right now."
"You're relying on substances to numb your pain, but it's only a temporary escape."
"It's the only way I can cope with everything going on in my life."
"I'm scared of losing you."
"Don't worry, I'm in control. I know my limits."
"Let's find healthier ways to deal with our problems."
"It's hard to imagine life without it."
"You've been self-medicating."
"It's not a sustainable solution."
"I know it's not ideal, but it's the only thing that helps me get through the day."
"I appreciate your concern, but I can handle it. I'm not like those people."
"I've heard the warnings, but I'm careful. I know when to stop."
"I'm worried about your well-being."
"Thanks for caring, but I'm in control. It's not as dangerous as you think."
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You're a fucking asshole, Val
He blows you a kiss using his middle finger. Charming.
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Do drugs, have sex, tell your deepest darkest secrets🩸
#💔 OOC || ❝ But I really wanted to shoot someone! ❞#🚬 Valentino || 「 I Could Make You A Star 」#nsft#HOOOOOOOOOOLY FUCK
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It's a surprise that Valentino managed to keep from drooling as he watched Eve strip with mouth agape. He could hardly believe that this was really happening, and that she hadn't decided to kick his ass yet. It was almost surreal. Her tail massaging his cock was literally going to make him bust in his pants like a fucking loser virgin. It was insane.
"Don't gotta tell me twice, baby." He didn't hesitate for a moment as he hooked a finger under her bra, undoing it in one quick tug with masterful precision. His fingers traced her ribs as he helped remove the straps from her shoulder and finally let the garment fall to the floor to be forgotten. "Nice tits," he stated plainly, words escaping him for the first time in his afterlife as he teased the lacy edge of her panties next.
In one swift moment, Valentino ripped her underwear at the seams, letting the ruined fabric drop as well as he interrupted any inevitable complaints. "Don't bitch about it, I'll buy you so much fucking lingerie you'll never have to do laundry again, cosa sexi.~"
“Don’t you ever wonder how we got here?”(from Eve)
"We died."
Valentino was giving Eve a side-eye that would bring Cerberus to heel. He guessed as long as she wasn't trying to start shit he might as well just play along.
"Seriously? We died and went to Hell. Are you trying to be philosophical or some shit?"
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Valentino stumbled through the door like a walking bag of rocks after being smacked across the face, barely reacting as he grasped Carmilla's shoulder with a friendliness that was obviously not reciprocated in the slightest as he passed. "Gracias, mamacita! How are the girls doing? Good? Good..." He stopped to light up the dollar blunt that very much was meant for Carmilla, taking a hit of it and effectively damning the doorway to smelling like pot for the forseeable future.
"Look. I need something from you. And it's a big ask. I'll do literally fucking whatever for you if you want it. You want money? Employees? Me to kiss your weird ballerina shoes? I'll do it."
He took another drag of the joint, exhaling unintentionally right in Carmilla's face. He actually seemed a bit embarassed about it, waving away the smoke away the best he could. "I need an angelic weapon from you. That's your territory, right? I want a knife. Something sexy, like a switchblade or like...a butterfly knife or something. Name your price babygirl and I got you."
"But—" he whined, posture immediately deflating before he perked right back up. "It's business! I mean, it's a business proposal! Look, I even got you a gift!" Valentino held the aforementioned dollar blunt up to the peephole, the thing already starting to fall apart in his hand.
He definitely wasn't sober right now judging by his mannerisms. Not that he ever really was, but he had a way of making it especially evident at times. Probably a midnight binge leading to a series of terrible ideas.
"Come oooon, mamacita!" He does a weird little shoulder dance. He's definitely out of his fucking mind. "¡Sé que te encantan los negociooooos!~" Val was borderline singing, and it was like nails on a chalkboard. "You're already up, lets smoke and talk, sí? It's for your benefit, I want to give you something of mine!"
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Valentino kissed Angel Dust faster than he could even finish processing what was going on. That dusting of cocaine on his lip tasted like both the bitterest metal and the sweetest honey. Then blood. His own blood, being jammed down his throat by Valentino's invasive tongue. The violating kiss ended as quick as it started, with Angel choking on a mouthful of his boss' saliva. Valentino smiled as he wiped the blood and spit off his own face with his sleeve.
"I don't have anything for you tonight. The John that had you tonight got his brains blown out all over the street, so I have something more personal for you, angelito.~"
"Fffffuck, that shit is strong, I think they fucking laced it with something...do you want some? I know you've gone without for so long now. Are you feeling dry?" He stood from the floor with a groan, grabbing onto Angel Dust's arm with bruising force as he did and giving him little option but to stand as well. "Get dressed in something less slutty and maybe I'll share. We haven't had a good night to get high and spend some time in a while, don't you think? You haven't even been by my place in ages."
Valentino paused, turning to take his seat and watch Angel change, before abruptly turning back to give him a jarringly loving peck on the lips, his fingers cupping Angel's jaw with reverence. "I love you, Anthony. You know that, right? Sometimes daddy just gets a little upset and I hate getting you in the middle of it. If only you didn't piss papi off so much, hm?"
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜ or/
❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜
@a-hazbin-spider >:3c
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜ @a-hazbin-spider
Valentino scowled, his face painted with a look of pure hate. The kind of look he gave some poor fucker that just crossed the line and is about to kiss the barrel of a gun. Even with a split lip and a mouthful of blood Angel just didn't seem to know when to give up the fucking attitude.
He grabbed a handful of Angel Dust's chest fluff, lifting him up off the ground to eye level with one hand. "I don't wanna fucking hear it, Angel Cakes. I'm getting sick and fucking tired of you disappointing me with these numbers you're bringing in.
"It's that shitty fucking hotel, isn't it?" He spat the word like it was poison, both literally and figuratively as, in his anger, Valentino was unintentionally spitting all over Angel's face now. "You know someone saw you walk out in the middle of your shift in the Doomsday District to go fuck around doing whatever over there, right? You think you're so fucking slick and I'm getting sick and fucking tired of it."
#🎬 IC || ❝ And… Action. ❞#🌃 RP || ❝ Just improv it! ❞#drugs cw#abuse cw#should i tag this as sexual harassment? i will just in case#sexual harassment cw#I FEEL SO BADDDDDDDDDD
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Valentino rolled his eyes as he handed Husker the remaining bottle of flat champagne, huffing animatedly against his shoulder. "You're so boring. You have to be shitfaced in order to have a little fun? Do you know how expensive it's going to be keeping your whistle wet in that case, as much as I want to ask of you?"
Again, too many damn arms. Two hands perched on Husk's shoulders, working fruitlessly to work out the tension in them. Not that it was any of his intent to make husk feel comfortable. One more reached across to turn up the radio, some bassy, thumping club music shaking Husk to his very core. Literally, the seats practically vibrated under that bass.
"Why are you so worried about liking someone enough to fuck them? I fuck tons of bitches that I hate with a passion, Husky. It's not about love or some shit, it's about getting your dick wet!" Valentino scritched his head, right behind the ears just as you do with a cat as he paused to take another drag of smoke before exhaling it right in the other's face.
"You are a strange little man. I like strange. Drink up, there's going to be plenty in your new room. You'll even have your own minibar. You can never say I don't take care of my boys!"
Valentino looks like someone just dumped a sobering bucket of water on his head. You could practically hear the gears in his head creaking to life as they turned for the first time in a long while.
"...Are you kidding me?" He barked a laugh that seemed to come from nowhere. "You can't be serious."
He stared at Husk for a long minute, each second silently ticking by and feeling like an hour each.
"You're serious. What?!" Valentino fell back on the seat laughing, the raucous jeering headache-inducing on its own. The suffocating blanket of smoke didn't make things much better.
He stayed laying across the cushions as he finally recovered his breath, sprawled out with Husk between his knees. He paid no mind to the other's apparent panic as he finally sat up, taking his place once more sandwiching Husk against the window with an arm around his shoulders. He blindly reached under the seat for the door to the mini fridge below, feeling around for a flat, already opened bottle of champagne.
"You are so interesting, you know that right? So what, are you like...a Hell-virgin? You've never even tried?" Two fingers walked threateningly up Husk's leg, tracing their way to exactly where you were thinking before falling just short, perching right back on his thigh same as before. Meanwhile he was pouring champagne with his other arms into two mysteriously procured glasses and— This man has way too many arms.
Without a word Valentino pressed the rim of one glass to Husk's lips, trying to carefully make him drink up without spilling any. He was uncomfortably close to Husk's ear now, he could feel his breath tickle the fur inside. "That's fine. I can work with that...~"
#🎬 IC || ❝ And… Action. ❞#🌃 RP || ❝ Just improv it! ❞#⛓️ AU || The New Toy in The Toy Box#sexual harassment cw
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// whoops i died for a little while but i return <3
#📱 mobile || the show must go on#i got distracted by many things but i am working on a sera blog on and off
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Valentino looks like someone just dumped a sobering bucket of water on his head. You could practically hear the gears in his head creaking to life as they turned for the first time in a long while.
"...Are you kidding me?" He barked a laugh that seemed to come from nowhere. "You can't be serious."
He stared at Husk for a long minute, each second silently ticking by and feeling like an hour each.
"You're serious. What?!" Valentino fell back on the seat laughing, the raucous jeering headache-inducing on its own. The suffocating blanket of smoke didn't make things much better.
He stayed laying across the cushions as he finally recovered his breath, sprawled out with Husk between his knees. He paid no mind to the other's apparent panic as he finally sat up, taking his place once more sandwiching Husk against the window with an arm around his shoulders. He blindly reached under the seat for the door to the mini fridge below, feeling around for a flat, already opened bottle of champagne.
"You are so interesting, you know that right? So what, are you like...a Hell-virgin? You've never even tried?" Two fingers walked threateningly up Husk's leg, tracing their way to exactly where you were thinking before falling just short, perching right back on his thigh same as before. Meanwhile he was pouring champagne with his other arms into two mysteriously procured glasses and— This man has way too many arms.
Without a word Valentino pressed the rim of one glass to Husk's lips, trying to carefully make him drink up without spilling any. He was uncomfortably close to Husk's ear now, he could feel his breath tickle the fur inside. "That's fine. I can work with that...~"
Valentino takes his time with the phone call. Husk had seen him making calls during meetings before, he often paced in circles and gestured wildly as he spoke. but this time he was as still, calm. It was unnerving. he spoke in a hushed tone, making it impossible to eavesdrop. Probably for the better. 
Husker hardly had time to even notice that Valentino was done as he quickly swung into his seat beside him right after hanging up. “Ah, forgive me! Someone was sleeping when I specifically asked them to stay up for me. I’m sure you don’t mind?”
As expected, he paid little mind to Husk’s personal space. He practically sprawled along the cushions to take up as much space as possible. The door closed automatically as the engine started, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Husk was wheeled off to his metaphorical demise.
Without a word, Valentino suddenly grabbed Husk’s face in a tight grip. “Don’t struggle,” he demanded in a low voice that left little room to argue. All four of his hands went to work pulling at his lips and trying to force his jaw open, seemingly inspecting his teeth like some prize animal. The invasion ended swiftly, but felt like a hundred humiliating lifetimes.
“Hm. Have you considered veneers? Of course not, but we’ll have to keep that in mind though. Those things are awfully yellow, but nothing that a little digital editing can’t correct.” Valentino wiped his fingers off on Husk’s clothes, taking extra care to make a show of tugging the fabric without going much further than that.
He smiled, the creepy fuck. “This can’t be that bad for you. I mean, a player like you already lives a life full of sin. Wouldn’t you like getting paid to bang whores all day instead of the other way around? I know someone like you just has to beat the ladies off with a stick. Is that it? You just not into men? I can work with that. What are you into? What positions? Allergies? I’m gonna need to know it all.”
The overstimulating barrage of questions seemed to be intentional, something meant to disorient Husk as a lungful of exhaled smoke was suddenly blown right into his eyes. The enclosed backseat of the limousine already seemed to be drowning in smog. Like there was no more clean air to breathe, just tobacco that made one feel…remarkably lightheaded already. Was it the lack of clean air? Or…something else? Fuck, Valentino’s hand was on his thigh already. Something had to happen right fucking now.
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Valentino takes his time with the phone call. Husk had seen him making calls during meetings before, he often paced in circles and gestured wildly as he spoke. but this time he was as still, calm. It was unnerving. he spoke in a hushed tone, making it impossible to eavesdrop. Probably for the better. 
Husker hardly had time to even notice that Valentino was done as he quickly swung into his seat beside him right after hanging up. “Ah, forgive me! Someone was sleeping when I specifically asked them to stay up for me. I’m sure you don’t mind?”
As expected, he paid little mind to Husk’s personal space. He practically sprawled along the cushions to take up as much space as possible. The door closed automatically as the engine started, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Husk was wheeled off to his metaphorical demise.
Without a word, Valentino suddenly grabbed Husk’s face in a tight grip. “Don’t struggle,” he demanded in a low voice that left little room to argue. All four of his hands went to work pulling at his lips and trying to force his jaw open, seemingly inspecting his teeth like some prize animal. The invasion ended swiftly, but felt like a hundred humiliating lifetimes.
“Hm. Have you considered veneers? Of course not, but we’ll have to keep that in mind though. Those things are awfully yellow, but nothing that a little digital editing can’t correct.” Valentino wiped his fingers off on Husk’s clothes, taking extra care to make a show of tugging the fabric without going much further than that.
He smiled, the creepy fuck. “This can’t be that bad for you. I mean, a player like you already lives a life full of sin. Wouldn’t you like getting paid to bang whores all day instead of the other way around? I know someone like you just has to beat the ladies off with a stick. Is that it? You just not into men? I can work with that. What are you into? What positions? Allergies? I’m gonna need to know it all.”
The overstimulating barrage of questions seemed to be intentional, something meant to disorient Husk as a lungful of exhaled smoke was suddenly blown right into his eyes. The enclosed backseat of the limousine already seemed to be drowning in smog. Like there was no more clean air to breathe, just tobacco that made one feel…remarkably lightheaded already. Was it the lack of clean air? Or…something else? Fuck, Valentino’s hand was on his thigh already. Something had to happen right fucking now.
"Oh, you know." Valentino let the sentence fizzle there, as if Husk really did know. He gave the other a little twirl as he still held Husk's hand in a loose grip, giggling the whole time. "You look a little lost. The rush of losing will do that to you though, won't it amor? Like all your blood has dropped to your feet...~" He pressed himself none-too-gently to Husker's back, spindly arms caging him in like a trapped animal. Their difference in height made the position a bit awkward, but there was no missing the intent behind it as Valentino hunched forward to sniff the eldest sinner's fur...Jesus fuck, did he just lick him?
"Hm... Hueles a fuego." A hand crept down his back, nails prickling through his clothes as they slowly made their way to briefly scritch at the base of his tail through the layers of cloth.
As quick as the invasive touch began, Valentino withdrew entirely. "Come," he ordered with no room for argument, sauntering to the rear exit of the building hidden by a single inconspicuous curtain. Thank the powers that be that Valentino had no plans to parade his prize across the casino floor... There was no doubt that he would take the opportunity to hammer in the shame worse than it already had been.
The rusted door opened with a long creeeaaak, almost like the sound of a casket being opened. Even in the middle of the night the lights outside were enough to flood the dark backroom with flashing neon from the surrounding casinos on the strip. "Adelante, tú primero. Hurry up," he demanded with a sudden impatient bark. "The limo is parked out back already, get comfortable and I'll join in a second... I have to make a call first."
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"Oh, you know." Valentino let the sentence fizzle there, as if Husk really did know. He gave the other a little twirl as he still held Husk's hand in a loose grip, giggling the whole time. "You look a little lost. The rush of losing will do that to you though, won't it amor? Like all your blood has dropped to your feet...~" He pressed himself none-too-gently to Husker's back, spindly arms caging him in like a trapped animal. Their difference in height made the position a bit awkward, but there was no missing the intent behind it as Valentino hunched forward to sniff the eldest sinner's fur...Jesus fuck, did he just lick him?
"Hm... Hueles a fuego." A hand crept down his back, nails prickling through his clothes as they slowly made their way to briefly scritch at the base of his tail through the layers of cloth.
As quick as the invasive touch began, Valentino withdrew entirely. "Come," he ordered with no room for argument, sauntering to the rear exit of the building hidden by a single inconspicuous curtain. Thank the powers that be that Valentino had no plans to parade his prize across the casino floor... There was no doubt that he would take the opportunity to hammer in the shame worse than it already had been.
The rusted door opened with a long creeeaaak, almost like the sound of a casket being opened. Even in the middle of the night the lights outside were enough to flood the dark backroom with flashing neon from the surrounding casinos on the strip. "Adelante, tú primero. Hurry up," he demanded with a sudden impatient bark. "The limo is parked out back already, get comfortable and I'll join in a second... I have to make a call first."
Valentino sighed in relief, continuing to toy idly with Husk’s primary feathers. “Oh, thank god, because I was not going to keep calling you Albert. Such an old man name. But you are an old soul, aren’t you? Literally and figuratively… I like it. It’s sexy.”
He seemed to be getting a bit preoccupied, combing through downy feathers with his fingers. It felt unusually good… “Ugh, do you ever brush this out? I’m going to have to do some serious work on you if I want you presentable for the party… Don’t look so dejected. You won’t have to do anything, I won’t even make you sit on my lap this time like I said earlier, mi angelito gets that honor. You just need to be my arm candy for a few hours, is that so bad? The prep is going to be so much worse than the actual event, I promise.”
One of his free hands suddenly moved right in front of Husk’s face, palm up as he waited expectantly for something. “Come on, up, up. I have to show you around the place first before we can get started on your lovely little spa day. I’ll even find you a room if you’d like.” Valentino’s voice was so light, so…cheery? It almost sounded like he genuinely had Husk’s best interests at heart. That was the fucked up part. “There’s a limo outside waiting for us. Do you drink champagne, gatito?~” A low chuckle emanated from Valentino straight to Husk’s core, making his stomach drop like a lead weight. He really liked using that name, didn’t he? “There’s plenty of booze in the back, and we do have a bit of a ride to your new place. We can use the time to discuss further terms if you’d like. I’m willing to concede some if it makes your stay even slightly more comfortable.” Even without seeing it, Husker could sense the smile painted on Valentino’s face. If there was a way for Hell to be even worse, he knew he’d found it.
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Valentino sighed in relief, continuing to toy idly with Husk’s primary feathers. “Oh, thank god, because I was not going to keep calling you Albert. Such an old man name. But you are an old soul, aren’t you? Literally and figuratively… I like it. It’s sexy.”
He seemed to be getting a bit preoccupied, combing through downy feathers with his fingers. It felt unusually good… “Ugh, do you ever brush this out? I’m going to have to do some serious work on you if I want you presentable for the party… Don’t look so dejected. You won’t have to do anything, I won’t even make you sit on my lap this time like I said earlier, mi angelito gets that honor. You just need to be my arm candy for a few hours, is that so bad? The prep is going to be so much worse than the actual event, I promise.”
One of his free hands suddenly moved right in front of Husk’s face, palm up as he waited expectantly for something. “Come on, up, up. I have to show you around the place first before we can get started on your lovely little spa day. I’ll even find you a room if you’d like.” Valentino’s voice was so light, so…cheery? It almost sounded like he genuinely had Husk’s best interests at heart. That was the fucked up part. “There’s a limo outside waiting for us. Do you drink champagne, gatito?~” A low chuckle emanated from Valentino straight to Husk’s core, making his stomach drop like a lead weight. He really liked using that name, didn’t he? “There’s plenty of booze in the back, and we do have a bit of a ride to your new place. We can use the time to discuss further terms if you’d like. I’m willing to concede some if it makes your stay even slightly more comfortable.” Even without seeing it, Husker could sense the smile painted on Valentino’s face. If there was a way for Hell to be even worse, he knew he’d found it.
Valentino clapped his hands together, the sound piercing through the sudden eerie quiet that had crept into the private parlor. “Yes! Of course. Again, I’m getting ahead of myself. You’ll have to forgive me, cariño. Can you blame me for being fixated on my work all the time?~”
He plucked the cigarette right from Husk’s lips mid-drag, twirling it around to finish it off for him. “The last time I had so much…dominion…over another, they hardly lasted a couple of weeks before they went all limp noodle on me. I can tell that you’re made of stronger stuff than that. And that’s the best part isn’t it?”
Of course, Husk was much too willful for all that. Valentino was stupid, but he wasn’t stupid.
"I want you with me still. I won't let you just hide away like some recluse, I want people to know what I've got...unless you want to tell me no?"
Valentino licked his teeth, a habit he seems to repeat often. It was strangely nauseating to watch. He stood up from his seat and circled the table to stand behind Husk instead.
"Eyes front, I want to see something..." Valentino scratched his cheek with no small amount of gentleness, something that could have been considered affectionate if it weren't for the disgusting context of who was doing it and why. His hands found their way to Husk's shoulders, then his back, tracing the subtle musculature of his wings so slowly. He pulled them open gently, combing his fingers through the unkempt feathers.
"Are they sensitive, Albert? Do they bleed when you break them?" He tugged on a lone primary pinion, hard enough to sting but thankfully it stayed in place.
#🎬 IC || ❝ And… Action. ❞#🌃 RP || ❝ Just improv it! ❞#⛓️ AU || The New Toy in The Toy Box#ohhh this is gonna suck so bad <3
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"You know, I'm really starting to regret getting tangled up in this Eve business. She's done some serious shit to my image and it's not going over well with the others. But damn if she doesn't give some serious head."
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"Ugh... I really regret letting so many of my longest-standing employees get away with a conditional contract. I'm sure they still would have signed it if I never specified that the deal ends at the studio doors. It's my fault for being so fucking careful back then."
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Send my muse an ❌ for them to say one regret that they have.
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Valentino clapped his hands together, the sound piercing through the sudden eerie quiet that had crept into the private parlor. “Yes! Of course. Again, I’m getting ahead of myself. You’ll have to forgive me, cariño. Can you blame me for being fixated on my work all the time?~”
He plucked the cigarette right from Husk’s lips mid-drag, twirling it around to finish it off for him. “The last time I had so much…dominion…over another, they hardly lasted a couple of weeks before they went all limp noodle on me. I can tell that you’re made of stronger stuff than that. And that’s the best part isn’t it?”
Of course, Husk was much too willful for all that. Valentino was stupid, but he wasn’t stupid.
"I want you with me still. I won't let you just hide away like some recluse, I want people to know what I've got...unless you want to tell me no?"
Valentino licked his teeth, a habit he seems to repeat often. It was strangely nauseating to watch. He stood up from his seat and circled the table to stand behind Husk instead.
"Eyes front, I want to see something..." Valentino scratched his cheek with no small amount of gentleness, something that could have been considered affectionate if it weren't for the disgusting context of who was doing it and why. His hands found their way to Husk's shoulders, then his back, tracing the subtle musculature of his wings so slowly. He pulled them open gently, combing his fingers through the unkempt feathers.
"Are they sensitive, Albert? Do they bleed when you break them?" He tugged on a lone primary pinion, hard enough to sting but thankfully it stayed in place.
Valentino breathes in the exhaled smoke like the creep that he is, seemingly enjoying the secondhand burn in his lungs. "Hm... You seem awful chipper for a loser. What's so funny now?" He leaves Husk to enjoy the cigarette in relative peace, instead reaching to take up his other free hand.
He brought Husk's knuckles to his lips, placing disgustingly sweet, gentle pecks across each one. "I could get used to this. Te verás delicioso en mi regazo, tendremos que descubrir tu debut juntos," he chuckled lowly, barely audible to Husk's ringing ears. "Te verías bien en la portada de una revista. Have you ever been the subject of photography before? Cats are quite flexible... I wouldn't mind seeing what kinds of poses I can put you in.~"
Ah. That wasn't threatening at all, surely.
"But I know I'm getting ahead of myself... We have work to do before anything like that. There's some shitty party banquet tomorrow night, there will be plenty other overlords," he spat the word like it disgusted him, "and I'm out a second prize piece to show off. Mmm...I usually take my girls with me, but they're otherwise occupied." Valentino turned away, continuing to mutter to himself as if Husk wasn't right there. "I do have Angel Dust, but I still need a second... Somebody that can behave and look pretty until we walk out on all those boring assholes... Una puta de primera."
All at once, his attention was on the other once again, and it was suffocating. "Would you be so kind as to be my arm candy for a night, mi gatito? I'm sure the others would love to see how far you've fallen so suddenly."
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Valentino fell backwards into the cushion with laughter at her feeble attempt at resistance. "Oh, wow! I wasn't exactly expecting this, but you really think I'm giving you a choice!"
He keeps on giggling like a fool for a solid minute or so, hoping to wear down Lute's pride however little. He sits back up suddenly, expression serious as he sneered at the fallen angel. "Look at me." He uses the tip of his shoe to angle her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I'm not letting you go without getting something out of it. And I assure you, anything I could put you to work on will be infinitely better than what you'll be forced to endure out on the street. Do you get it yet? You are never going to know peace without protection, and I'm the only one willing to give you that shot."
"You're not in Heaven anymore, sugartits. This is HELL! You are DONE, sweetheart! You don't get to look this gift horse in the mouth. At least think about it." He huffs, arms crossed in spite of his grin. "You'll never get a chance like this again, and the alternative is praying one of those exorcist sluts puts you out of your misery sooner rather than later."
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Valentino held the unlit cigarette between his teeth as he used the smoldering butt of his last one to light it. He flicked the end towards Lute, letting it roll on the floor in front of her as it burned out completely.
He stared down at her with a look of pure contempt, like he was looking at chewed gum on the sole of his expensive heels. He waved away the two nondescript lackeys that dragged her in and threw her onto her knees in front of him and they left with haste. The drugs in her system were already wearing off, but only slightly. The strength she needed to get off of the ground was just not there.
"I've been hearing a lot of talk about you. Lute, right? That's an ugly name. You're going to need a new one down here." He leaned back in his seat, letting the cushion surround him as he uncrossed his legs only to cross them again the other way. His wings were lazily spread, taking up the rest of the loveseat. It made him look even bigger than he already was.
"We don't exactly get fallen angels around here all the time, you have to really fuck up to have that happen. And now here you are. " He licked his teeth with that unnervingly long tongue of his. "Me has costado mucho dinero. You and your angels kill a lot of my employees every year. I wanted to discuss that with you before someone else got to you first. You can start with thanking me, hm? Go ahead, tell me how grateful you are. I want to hear it from those pretty angel lips of yours how happy you are that a lowly sinner decided to help you."
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