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[valhyr]

@bigveee​ asked : He'd scratch beneath her chin. "You have a way of poppin up, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were some kinda masochist."

          What ?  No foreplay ‘fore THRUSTING right into the conversation— In their time apart , she’s forgotten how awfully forward he can be ( though no fault is offered , it has its merits , it gives her an idle good humor ) .  Some part of her wants to discard his thought entirely , to REMIND HIM how long it's been since last they spoke – had a drink , talked business ( or disputed pleasure ) – but she also remembers … He is not like Vox.  That would not be to his caliber.  Rather unfortunate !  But at least it seems little has changed in her absence , yet even that is a m e a g e r solace.

          The touch of his claws trailing ‘neath the gleaming flesh of her chin is … TOO FAMILIAR for her to ignore , her head turns to acknowledge him , lidded gaze lifting to meet his eye.  It is an all too g e n t l e gesture ; the Seraph is more than aware of what he’s capable of.  Perhaps it's a sign of respect , of favor— Verona can’t readily discern what it may mean ( if anything ) .  Crowned head lifts – o b e y i n g his motions – just enough to grant him leverage , a slight s m i l e teasing the seams of sanguine lips.  She knows well the ulterior meaning weighing his words , her kind does NOT BELONG here in Hell ( & surely there’s been no shortage of unworthy mongrels looking to take a prize out of her all-holy hide ) .  Even here in his club she’s a RELIC , shining / striking and d a n g e r o u s in her divine might.  The only one who is damned enough to risk approaching her alone is Valentino himself ( there is no fear to him & likely never would be ) .

          A smoking chuff escapes her ; the barest notes of a l a u g h huffed through the nose.  “A masochist ?  Did I ever come across that way to you before ?”  She finally pulls her head from his grip , returning to her drink.  “Consider , Val , I’ve my reasons for being in this place still.”  None of them GOOD , that much is obvious , but this relic elects to keep her secrets no matter how many times they’ve shared space.  “Would it help you to know y o u may be one of them ?”  Doesn’t look at him when she says the words , it’s hard to say if she’s even being sincere.  All she does is smile and raise the glass to her lips for a swallow of liquor.  An angel in the greater hierarchy , wasting her time on a demon overlord— what have things come to ?