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Everything has a price, baby . . .

as written by 𝓱𝔁𝓾𝓷𝓭

. . . Just make sure you're not the one paying it

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Everything has a price, baby . . .

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. . . Just make sure you're not the one paying it

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Blog arch starter for @gambling-bartender

Angel had been trying his hardest to distance himself from Valentino and work. He only went when he was required, and when he was there, he did everything he physically could to stick up for himself against Valentino. Then God forbid if he saw the moth outside of work, he made it known that he was not there for him. But it backed fired and pissed Valentino off more. In response, his work hours had been increased. He was back on the streets selling himself on top of his shifts at the studio. Every scene he did was intense and physically demanding. The few breaks he got were spent with Valentino using him how he wanted. It was pushing him straight to breaking point and there as nothing he could do to stop it.

At first, he was just making it back to the hotel to crash. But soon even that was becoming a struggle, and he'd crash in his dressing room the moment he stepped in there. The one time he made it out of the dressing room, he ended up crashing on a bench somewhere.

But then in Angel's exhausted state Valentino had suggested that he just move back in the tower. Angel, at the time, had been too exhausted and focused on getting out of an outfit he had barely been able to breathe in to think it through. Valentino had a point. In his state it was dangerous to keep making the trip home when he could barely make it out of the studio. He'd expected to move back into his old room with Valentino or one of the guest rooms but was told, he'd moved out and the only room he could have was his dressing room.

During the time, Angel tried to stay in contact with Husk. He missed the cat so much, and the thought being this far away was one he tried not to think about. He tried to send texts, but most days, it was "tired" or some thumbs up emoji. Unable to bring anything more from himself. He kept wishing for the shifts to end or his time to be reduced, but every day felt like it got longer and harder for him.

Like most days now, when Angel had finished his scenes for the day he only had a few hours before the next one was due to start. He made it as far as shutting the door in his dressing room before sliding down the frame and letting himself hit the ground. He didn't have it to make it the sofa. He couldn't be asked to get out of the leather. Instead, all he pulled his phone out and started trying to read the texts from Husk.

[Text sent]: Miss you

Angel held his phone tightly as he waited for a response. Tears in his eyes as he tried not to think about how much he was missing Husk. He tried to send another message bur every time he time blinked, he struggled to keep his eyes open. Only getting half way through his second message before he fell asleep. The phone still held loosely in his hand as his body slumped.

#[ tbt ] hearts of hell huskerdust blogarc #[ husk era ] ── settling debts #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ heartsofhell ] ── angel dust

It had been a quiet and tense several days at the hotel. Angel's absence had been felt by all the inhabitants, even those who had not been particularly close to or invested in him. The daily exercises lacked their usual sarcastic commentary and while they felt a little more productive as a result the energy just wasn't there.

They all missed him.

They knew that he was okay, he had been keeping Husk and Charlie updated, if with very little details, but they knew he was alive and kicking just being worked to the bone.

Charlie had been going back and forth on storming the tower and just taking Angel by force but had been talked down from that plan by Husk and Vaggie, who pointed out that that may just make things worse.

It was later that night when Angel texted him, a simple message, just { Miss you }.

Husk felt his heart wrench at the message, and sent back a simple, { Miss you too }.

He stares down at his phone for a moment before setting it down on the counter. He wants to see him, he misses him so much, it's been so long since he's even seen him and he just misses him so much, too much.

He glances at his phone again and purses his lips.

He has an idea, a dumb idea, but an idea.

Fuck it.

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Husk landed down on the balcony to Angel's dressing room and peered in through the open doors, cursing quietly when he saw Angel sleeping. He didn't want to wake him up, he clearly needed the sleep, but he didn't want to just go.

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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...~"

#tw alchoholism #tw substance abuse #tw sexual harassment #[ husk ] ── v. the new toy in the toy box #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ husk era ] ── when the chips are down #[ likeamothtofame ] ── valentino

It was all Husk could do to drink the wine as it was pressed to his lips, his heart in his throat. One hand reached up to try to take the glass into his own hand while the other pressed against Valentino's hand, making a weak attempt to push it from his thigh.

He hated the position he was in, he hated being fed like this like he couldn't get damn drunk on his own, but he was desperate for the drink, for anything that would dull his anxiety and panic.

He drained the glass quickly and quickly after did his best to pull away from Val, though all it ever seemed to do was invite him to press in closer and push Husk further into his corner.

It didn't take long for the drink to hit him but it just wasn't enough. Too many years drinking too much left him far more tolerant than he wanted to be, especially at that moment.

He reached a hand out, asking, "Can I... can I just have a fucking bottle? I don't really care what I just need to be drunk already."

As he waited for Val to decide whether to indulge his vices he added a comment, "And I ain't that interesting, everyone here is just fucking freaks with the sex shit. I haven't ever had someone I met down here who I liked enough to fuck so, no, not since before I died at least."

probably gonna convert this back into a husk only blog ngl

#hxund speaks ── [ ooc ]

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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.

#[ husk ] ── v. the new toy in the toy box #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ husk era ] ── when the chips are down #[ likeamothtofame ] ── valentino

Husk curls in on himself when Val crowds in next to him on the couch, attempting to maybe retain some personal space by simply making that bubble smaller, not that it worked as Val continued to crowd in on him.

Husk attempted to pull away when Val grabbed his face but upon receiving the order fell still, almost compulsively. He grimaced as Val began pulling his mouth open and inspecting him and for the first time in a long time, since his early days in hell, he felt like he was something less than a person. He felt like he was being treated like an animal and it made him feel sick.

When Valentino finally released him he found himself rubbing his jaw and almost curling even more in on himself. He scowls at the comment about his teeth, "Not really, no. Never really had a reason to."

The sudden barrage of questions, coming in too fast and far too invasive pushes Husk towards some sort of edge. His breathing picks up and he almost feels like he's choking, the smoke is too thick, the smoke is too thick thesmokeistoothickTHESMOKEISTOOTHICK.

All at once he almost shoves Valentino away from him, almost shaking, "I don't do that! Any of that! I haven't since- not for a long time!"

Come on Hux, just breathe for me. Focus on your breath.

And he tries, he tries to slow down his breathing. It helps a little but he's still panicked and curled up in the corner of the couch.

Hey if anyone wants to plot blog arcs or anything like that with me ( as husk ) please like or comment this post! ( Esp if we hadn't rped yet )

#hxund speaks ── [ ooc ]#lets get the ball rolling ── [ interest call ]

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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."

#[ husk ] ── v. the new toy in the toy box #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ husk era ] ── when the chips are down #[ likeamothtofame ] ── valentino

Husk squirmed in Valentino's arms, and became visibly disgusted at the sensation of Valentino's tongue against his fur. Quietly he muttered, "Fucking gross."

At the sensation of Valentino's hand near his tail however, the squirming and discomfort quickly moved into panic. Husk stiffened up and almost went to push away the moth before the touch rescinded but he is still clearly very off kilter and a little panicked because of it.

For the first time it starts to dawn on Husk what exactly is going to happen to him in all likelihood and as he follows Valentino out and towards the car he starts to curl in on himself a little.

Come on, deep breaths, mio giocatore. Just get to the car, okay?

He nodded, both to Val as he follows the order and to the little voice in his head.

Just get to the car.

It wasn't hard to find the limo, it's bright red and white with Val's name on the plates and hearts on the hood and trunk and the driver appeared to be there to greet him, inviting him into the vehicle.

Husk stepped in and almost laughed at the sight, he really should have expected as much. The limo was all pinks and purples with garish led lighting. It was one of the tackiest things he'd ever seen, and with how much he had made fun of Valentino in private over the years he really should have expected as much. He always had cheap taste.

Husk sat himself on one of the side couches. Sitting in the corner opposite the door and towards the front of the vehicle, sort of hoping that Valentino would allow him his space and sit at the back where he clearly usually sat.

And for the first time since losing he was alone if only for a few minutes, and in the purple lighting of the limo that didn't feel real.

And there he goes again. Losing touch with it all.

He wonders when it will actually hit.

When the situation he's in will actually feel like it's happening.

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Angel is in a daze, set down and trying to focus as Husk takes care of him. As he starts the water and asks to run back for the bath stuff it’s all he can do to nod. Faraway magenta eyes turning to watch the water as he tried to force his brain back into a track.

To process SOMETHING beyond the horror of not knowing what had been happening with his body for the last week. Husk said that it was okay, that he was just glad he was home but was it really?

Arms are aching as he sits there. Hands rubbing opposite arms in an attempt to run the nervous pain away but it doesn’t work. All of him hurts–Husk said a bath would help–he doesn’t wait for Husk to come back, climbing into lukewarm water and shivering as his body struggles to adjust. Still rubbing the pain out of his arms–it’s still not working.

At least he fucking HAD arms.