#𝔳𝔞𝔩. ⸻ ft. talon carter

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter:@islandmumublog

Val knew she probably shouldn't approach him so quick after what had happened. After her interrogation with the police, and them finding absolutely nothing to link her to it she felt a little too cocky. "Well don't you look dashing!" she exclaimed with a fake smile on her face. "My favorite Hero if I do say so myself."

[demidevildiva]

Val's insides began churning and gasping for liquor. Her eyes dilated and breathing almost nonexistent. "That's certainly... cause for celebration if nothing more." She had stumbled in her words, but improve by the end of her delivery. She wished she'd killed him. Should have left his frail body swim in his own blood until he breathed his last breath. Should have sat right by him and watched it all happen. How dare he? How dare they! Taking a breath as they made it to the bar, she resumed her jolly rant avoiding anything in relations to Rosa so she wouldn't feel the need to smash Talons head against the bar top. "Is whisky a favorite of yours?" Maybe she can pour some over his head after she socks him good. That'd be kind right?

"It wasn't that bad. On a positive note, now my girlfriend basically wants to move in," Talon said, with a shrug. Val probably wouldn't like that, but there was nothing he'd ever cared less about in his life. He wasn't going to let her, of all people, get to him. He'd never really had much interest in the sort of person who begged for everyone's attention so that they could convince themselves that they didn't hate what they saw in the mirror. "We will take four whisky shots," he ordered, figuring it made more sense to order them all at once. Less filler time to talk until her ten minutes were up.

[demidevildiva]

Throw a Tantrum 001

October 18th, 2023 Location: Inside Talon's Apartment Time: 6:45 p.m Trigger Warning: gore, death mention Mentions: @islandmumublog @eclvpses

Thoughts of death...

... were nothing but satisfying fantasies when it came to Valentina. She didn't shake or quake at the thought - never had. Didn't hide from the realization that she, too, was eventually going to die. Instead she welcomed the thoughts and prayed for it to be in the most gruesome and grotesque way possible. A bear ripping her apart in the woods in front of a large crowd, serial killer on the loose picking her to torment and torture, a begrudged lover setting things right by stabbing her time and time again... the list was truly endless... funny enough though in most of her fantasies it was always her doing it to others. Laughing maniacally as she reached for a knife and watched them sob and beg her to stop.

This one had been different though. She didn't give him the change to even see her before she attacked. All done out of pure jealousy. Valentina reached for the knife she grabbed from his kitchen earlier, leveling it over his chest. Would she find it extremely romantic? She laughed thinking about it, but knew it wouldn't be so. Rosa should know better than to anger me- she thought as she brushed Talon's hair out of his face and jabbed the knife in. Once, twice, three more times over before pulling it out and having a taste - metallic and tangy. Valentina felt like she was tripping. Like the taste of his blood had somehow shifted her brain functions and now everything around her was in slow motion. All but her. The room twisted and turned so much that she had to put the knife down and hold onto his chest for support. That's when she began digging her fingers into his wounds. Poking his deceased frame with her fingers before fully ripping him open and digging her hands into his crevice.

Valentina had no quarrel with Talon until the night of the texts... She really didn't care much about the shy little tattoo artist - finding him too naive and impressionable to worry about. Rosa on the other hand knew better, and she knew Val well so she didn't understand how she could just parade her... relationship... - gag - before her like that. It's why she thought that this was all meant for her. Rosa had told her she wanted Valentina to always want her, but then she went and did this? It must be a sigh, right? And Val would do anything for Rosalind.

It was how she found herself inside of his home in the first place. She had broken in easily from years of experience making her way into other people's homes and businesses. Hadn't even broken a sweat as she crawled into through the window and into his bedroom. Valentina had not planned on doing anything but snoop around his place. Find out things about him - get to know him a little more, to see what exactly Rosa saw in the fool. Her plans failed though and she heard the front door opened. Quickly reaching for the first blunt object she could find, Val waited for him to open the door before knocking his ass out.

"None of this is your fault, if it makes you feel any better." she said to an unconscious Talon. "You see, Rosa likes taking her pick of the litter as usual and you just happened to get caught. So really this is all her fault... It's always the same, you know?... We break up, then make up, then break up some more, but in the end?" she let out a giggle, "In the end she always comes back, because this is what's right... This is our love."

The more she kept talking, the angrier she became. Out of most of the people in her life, Rosa had always been a constant. From the moment their eyes first linked, Val knew she belonged to her. Knew that nothing in this world - no Chase, no Stuart, no June, no Rylan and certainly no puffed up little therapist would ever make a difference to this. Talon on the other hand? That was a bit of a dangerous combination. Valentina always kept a close eye on Rosa, and had witnessed first hand the shift in interest for Talon over the years. Their interactions had never caused her alarm, so she never worried about him. As bad as she wanted to say she didn't care, or didn't get jealous, the knowledge of their relationship threatened her to the core.

In a pit of rage she threw the lamp - smashing it against the wall - before diving down to the ground and beating on Talon. "You should have stayed away from her." she staggered out in between hits. Her anger always got in the way of her better judgement. Leading her to ignore all reason with no care in the world. Not that she even cared before. Val didn't bother saying much else. This wasn't what she came here for, but it satisfied her towering fury to pull away from him breathlessly. Something the pathetic sap probably had never heard in his existence.

Another thing Valentina didn't thought about was what she to do now? She stood over his frail broken body and noticed that blood had began to pool beneath his head. "Well shit." she said, coming back down to his body and lifting his head. "You just had to be a fucking bleeder." she cursed angrily, as she moved his head around trying to find the source of the bleeding. The spot where the lamp clashed into his head. How did she not realize it all before? "Stupid fuck." she cursed once more dropping his head back to the floor.

She knew that she had to call 911 if she didn't want him to bleed out and die, but she also wanted to just stand back and watch him bleed for a bit. Valentina chose to do both, but before anything she needed to get rid of any and all evidence that pointed to her. She wiped down the inside and outside of the window, everything that she touched, and even picked up the shattered lamp: bagging it to take with her.

Once she had everything figured out she came back to his body and dipped her finger in his blood to scribble on the walls...

Bitch, are you tryna make me cry? Are you tryna make me lose it? You win some and lose some This could get gruesome

[demidevildiva]

"That's good to hear." she commented with a smile. "I wasn't sure with everything that happened. I'm sorry to hear about that by the way." Val knew that Talon had his suspensions. Only reason why the police would have asked her in for questioning. "Whatever you can handle honestly. My system knows no bound." Literally.

Normally he would stick to maybe one drink, for no reason other than he wasn't much of a drinker. Since he hadn't smoked anything yet, he was going to have to make an exception if he was going to spend any length of time with Val. "I'm doing fine," he answered, as they approached the bar stand. "What kind of shots do you want?" he asked, figuring he would just have some of the same.

[demidevildiva]

Valentina's smirk was as smug and unholy as the devil herself. She kicked her feet joyously as they walked towards the bar stand. As if she hadn't a care in the world - which many would probably say she didn't. "Just enough time for a couple of shots and a drink." Val replied, then glanced up at him. "How are you doing?"

He didn't actually know what her costume was supposed to be, but if he told her that then she would take the time to explain it to him and he really didn't have any interest in that. When she asked about grabbing a quick drink he hesitated for a moment before nodding. Talon had never been one to avoid someone and he wasn't about to start now. "Sure, I have ten minutes."

[demidevildiva]

It all played out in a clouded haze. Val reached over gripping at the back of his head, and pushing the hand he held the shot in straight into his mouth along with the liquor. Make him choke on it, then punched him in the gut. It was public. Perhaps a bit too public, and nothing but more incentive for the police to find themselves at her door once more in less than two weeks but it would have been worth it. Instead she picked up each shot - swallowing all three then saying, "Adams." and turned on her heel. She didn't need Rosa even more pissed off with her, and doing what she really wanted in this moment would do just that. Val didn't normally care for other's thoughts, but tonight had been has been too close.

END

Talon was an observer, he had always been. A wallflower, hardly talking but always listening. That's why it was really obvious when her words came out just a little off. He had struck a nerve and he was curious how many nerves he needed to strike for her to lash out publically this time. If anything, it would cause her to walk away, which he didn't exactly hate the idea of. "I don't really have a favorite. I typically prefer to smoke," he answered, no reason not to give her a real answer. When the shots arrived, he slid two over to her. "Speaking of favorites. Which Samuels sibling did you prefer?" he asked, before throwing back one of the shots.

[demidevildiva]

"I do, don't I?" she said, giving into a full spin despite the ten inch heels she wore. "I have totally outdone myself." Despite how good her outfit did look, most of it had been DIY with the obvious exception of the heels, head, and sword. Those were special and she'd cherish forever. She linked her arm into his, "Why don't we grab a quick drink?"

Talon really didn't want to pretend to enjoy talking to Val right now. He never had any issues with her before he and Rosa started dating, but now it was like he couldn't get rid of her. "Thanks, Val. You look, uh, cool," he replied, hoping that this would be more of a passing comment than a real conversation.