"What, what, what do you want? No, I'm not talking to you, amorcito," he quickly covers the speaker on his phone with a palm, casting you a hateful glare that makes you feel exceptionally small. He takes a long drag from the cigarillo holder in his third free hand before exhaling the heavy smoke through his teeth in your face. "You. What the fuck do you want? I'm obviously busy. What, wanna make some money? Oh...oh! Why didn't you say anything?" He abruptly hangs up the call he'd been taking moments before without looking away from you. "Here, c'mon. I might have just the job for someone with a face like yours..."
[OOC under the cut.]
yep. it's another valentino blog. for roleplay, askblog, or just general dicking around IC purposes. obviously occasional NSFW, minors DNI, all that jazz. feel free to send me just about anything, i don't bite! :]
my main is @captainowlin, and i'll follow/send asks from there. if you need to refer to me OOC for any reason feel free to just call me captain/capn, or whatever really. i'm chill like that. my pronouns are they/them and i'm 20 years old if you're curious about any of that stuff.
just getting the obligatory disclaimer out of the way, i don't condone or endorse anything valentino does. doesn't mean i'm just gonna avoid it, i'm going to do my best to stay as in-character and that includes the good and bad. i'd be happy to alter things to my partner's boundaries of course! just hit me up however and let me know where the line sits because otherwise i'm just gonna let val be val.
in terms of DNI, like i said no minors please, this page is gonna be pretty heavily NSFW considering the fact that it's valentino. no valangel, but like, in the sense of romanticizing their situation. i am on my knees begging angel dust rp'ers to interact 🙇♂️
i am totally open to pretty much all and any ships, as long as they aren't making light of some nasty mess, y'know how it be.
oc friendly of course! i love interacting with peoples' ocs.
i don't care about stuff like "but how would they meet in canon", hell i don't care if our characters are from completely different sources. i like interacting with everyone!
i roleplay in a semi-para/para format, and would like to receive similar effort but i don't care about the length of replies matching. just don't give me one liners because i do not work well with those lmao
this is also just a casual ask blog! not every ask has to turn into a whole thing, i'd love some anons just rapid firing questions. i also might reblog random posts that just seem like something val would like. i don't take this whole thing THAT seriously if you can't tell.
this is stupidly long so i'll stop for now, but if you have any questions at all please feel free to ask! i'm much nicer than val is ;]
P.S. i am pretty newly into the hellaverse in its entirety so... be patient with me i guess. i'm not a veteran fan of all this lol just a fan of this freakazoid in particular
// some miscellaneous valentino headcanons, because why not. these are just specifically for my val, but anyone is free to use these for whatever of course. :]
he is a MASSIVE fucking art snob for the worst garbage. he thinks his pizza delivery porno scripts deserve to be published.
he's also sort of a car snob, and it shows in his porn. lots of surprisingly old school cars get used as props for scenes.
somewhat related, his scripts are actually just hot ass. he sucks at writing but nobody is gonna be the one to tell him. half of the outtakes in his films are just people questioning their corny dialogue mid-scene.
he's actually really insecure about his appearance (deserved tbh). not about anything in particular, he just thinks everything about himself could be better. pretty much any insult levied his way becomes a new insecurity. he has the kind of dysmorphia that makes plastic surgeons millionaires.
and yes he 10000% has gotten work done.
him taking 30 minutes to count three bucks isn't an exaggeration, but it's not necessarily that he's stupid as much as it is just the fact that all the drugs have turned his brain into like 75% mashed potatoes so he's not very good at focusing on anything anymore.
his sunglasses are actually prescription, his vision without them is pretty bad.
everything he does is as analog as possible. he knows that he could do everything his camera crew could with his phone, but where is the art in that? that, and that's just how stuff was done when he was alive and he gets really stuck in his ways.
he was actually a straight-laced church boy for most of his life, it wasn't too long before he died that he ended up tangled in cartel business and that's what got him killed in the end is 1982.
his diet fucking sucks. he likes salads drowned in sugary dressing sometimes, but his dinner is usually something like a twinkie and a joint.
// all the headcanons under the cut here lean more towards being nsfw, so be warned or whatever lmao
he actually started out in hell as a prostitute, and got picked up by some other pimp that saw some potential and it snowballed into him becoming what he is over the course of some years. totally no significance to the fact that that's exactly what he did with angel dust. none at all!
he has both a penis and a vagina. his balls are somehere up in there.
he has pierced nipples because obviously, and swaps them out often for fashion purposes.
on the topic of piercings, he definitely has a few downstairs. and by a few, i mean "jesus fucking christ". prince albert, frenum ladder, and guiche piercings if you're curious. he's gotta make up for the lack of ears to pierce somewhere, i guess.
“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?"
Eve looks up at him, the back of her head against his chest. Reaching up once more and wrapping her fingers around the chain, giving him a firm tug. Her tail grazing his cock as she moves it teasingly along his thigh.
She laughs, moving her hips against him slightly. Then undoing her top one button at a time pulling her clothing away
She looked good, and she knew that she was desirable. Eve strips off her skirt next and allows it to drop to the floor. Underneath she wears dark red underwear made from velvet and lace.
"Take the rest off...slowly. " she purrs. Her tail now rubbing his cock directly through his pants. "No reason not to savor a moment like this. "
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.~"
"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!"
Carmilla didn't open the door yet, sighing softly she just wanted to leave him out there, but to her he sounded drunk? not to mention the nickname he called her, opening the door she smacked him across the face just to get him to focus. ' FOCUS estúpido! first sober up, get your ass in here.' Carmilla said sighing as she moved aside to let the other in.
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."
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."
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?"
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...~"
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."
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 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 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.
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...~"
"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 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.
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.
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.
A shiver went up Husk's spine as Valentino began to work through his feathers, but not an uncomfortable one. Husk had never really let anyone touch his wings, let alone preen his feathers, and the sensation was a strange one. It left him feeling sensitive and a little scared but more than that it felt almost safe. Not that that made any sense.
And all of a sudden the hands were gone from his wings and the feeling left with it, disappearing as quickly as it came and leaving Husk skeptical that he had felt that way in the first place.
Husk stared at the hand before him for half a beat before placing his own in it and letting it guide him to stand up. He was listening this time, or trying to at least, but the discomforting memory of his own feelings was getting to him.
Why the hell had he felt that way?
At the mention of alcohol however, Husk tuned back in, "I uh, yeah I like champagne well enough. Usually reserve it for celebrating though. More of a bourbon and whisky guy most of the time."
However, the mention of Valentino being willing to make some concessions to make him feel more comfortable caught him off guard and if Val caught sight of his face, it would show, "What do you mean, concede some of it?"
"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 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.
Husk recoiled from Valentino as he plucked the cigarette from his lips, scowling up at the far taller demon. Luckily the smoking has seemed to have grounded him enough now that he doesn't start disociating again, not right away at least, but he still misses the smoke.
He huffs softly, crossing his arms now that he doesn't have anything to hold in them as he listens to Val enjoy the sound of his own voice. He should probably be more scared in this moment but he mostly just feels apathetic, he knows he's fucked but what exactly that entails seems so abstract at this point.
Husk rolls his eyes at the obvious attempt to rub his new position in his face. He's not impressed, "I mean I can say I wouldn't exactly like to be paraded around all my now former peers like a prize won at the fair but we both know what I want isn't really relevant at this point."
Husk turned as he watched Valentino circle around him. When Val reached out, gently correcting him so that he looked ahead he grimaced and attempted to pull away from the touch but once Valentino's hand pulled away be obeyed the order, staring straight ahead.
Husk did not often unfurl his wings, at least not to their full width, and with reason. While he was able to get to and preen the edges well enough, the feathers closest to center and the tops of his wings on the back often were out of his reach and as Valentino looked at them it was very clear that Husk had not properly preened his wings in a considerable time, if ever. Countless feathers laid improperly or overlapped in a weird way and Husk even flinched as the wings were unfurled.
Even as an overlord Husk had issues with taking care of himself.
"Hey, Albert was my father." Husk said, half making a joke, "It's Huxley or Husk, thank you very- fuck!" He exclaimed half way through with the pulling on the feather, "Yeah- they're sensitive, quite a bit, actually."
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.
"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."
"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."
