#And When His Edges Soften His Body Is My Coffin (Valentino ♡ Vox)

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[ @strangeandun-muse-ual || Continued From Here || Vox ]

[ Valentino ]

"I'm absolutely blown away that you think I'm scared by how much I love you. That isn't a thing. I know that I... Anyway! It's fine! We should do it again!"

He's only a whole lottle afraid that he's attached to Vox who isn't nearly as attached to him. He only has nightmares about it. He only thinks about it sometimes especially when Vox is ignoring him.

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@strangeandun-muse-ual

he’s so right for this

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[ Closed EVENT STARTER For @strangeandun-muse-ual || Vox ]

[ Valentino ]

It was way later than he'd thought it was when he'd finally left Nifty back at the Happy Hotel. He'd booked it to the restaurant only to find that Vox wasn't still there waiting on him.

This was the second time in so many reservations that he'd done that, gotten lost in spending time with Nifty that he lost track of time. He'd ended up deciding that Vox had probably gone home, and so he'd gone straight there.

Letting himself into Vox's house, he cleared his throat.

"Daddy?" He called, hoping the moniker would help soften some of the blow. It was a safe bet that Vox would be... Upset with him for skipping again, but he hoped that he could fix it.

Hearing something in the living room, he made a beeline for it, pausing in the doorway.

"I..." I'm sorry I lost track of time again, "Hey." Shit.

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Valentino, Vox, and Vision

Something that Valentino used to be able to handle better in their past together was the light that Vox's head put off. When they met and started their partnership, Vox's light was much dimmer and much easier to actually see.

Becoming partners with a man whose face was a light, however, was what started him wearing his sunglasses everywhere all the time. It helped him to see better than he had in eight years in Hell, though his vision still wasn't the best, any improvement was better than nothing.

As Vox improved and upgraded his head, his face grew ever brighter and even harder for Valentino to see. Once upon a time, Valentino could have fallen victim, somewhat, to Vox's hypnotism, but once his face began to brighten and it was harder and harder to see, he wasn't able to maintain that.

Now, the blue light given off by Vox's teeth is blinding for Valentino, who cannot see those winning smiles very well even with his glasses on. He struggles not to get Moon Eyes over Vox's face when he gets in close, though he doesn't often fight it.

Despite this, Vox's smile is still one of Valentino's favorite things to try to see. He loves it whenever Vox smiles at him, especially those rarer, genuine ones. He will happily deal with being blind just to know Vox is pleased with something he's done.

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EVENT: On Thursdays, We Break Up

Joint Event With @strangeandun-muse-ual's Vox!

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Every single Thursday for the last twenty-eight years, Valentino and Vox break up. Valentino typically initiates, and Vox has not yet stopped him. Every single time, they are usually back together by Sunday at the latest, with a huge, extravagant make-up (often public), and a rekindling of their passion. For the rest of the week, they always seem like maybe they will be fine forever, but it always comes to pass again.

However, this particular fight was nastier, and more personal than the rest of them. It left them both heartbroken and did not end before Sunday like it always did.

Valentino always becomes very withdrawn and inebriated during the spaces between the break-up and make-up, and his bender continues on through the next week. He feels genuinely lost and miserable without Vox around, and has no idea where his lover business partner with benefits has gone. His cruelty to himself and others is starting to reach dramatic levels, even for him, and he is willing to let himself suffer physically, as he is suffering emotionally.

He has been afraid to admit to his feelings for Vox for years, even to himself, and now he's faced with a sudden, sharp rejection when he does not handle it well in the first place. When he next sees him, Valentino doesn't know if he is going to kiss Vox or kill him.

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CONTENT WARNING FOR: Mutually Toxic Relationship, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Death Threats, Threats, Drug Use, Drugs, Drug Addiction, Overdose, Attempted Overdose, Accidental Overdose, Alcohol, Alcoholic, Alcohol Abuse, Violence, Injury, and potentially more to be added. Please be advised.

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In times like these, Valentino can't even question how he feels about Vox. Romance had never been high on his list of desires, but when it came to Vox, he couldn't get enough of it. He craved it as much as he craved access to his credit card and his dick (and his zipzappies).

"Thaaaaaaaat I want you to fuck me until I can't see straight. Or walk. Or think. Or... You know. Function like a living being."

Nice save.

"I'm just, uh-- Scheduling your time in advance. Is that so bad?"

His arm easily slides around his waist, free hand seeking out one of Val's lower ones.

"You know that you what, Bunny?" His tone is teasing, affectionate, eyebrow quirked up in amusement. Guiding him down with a gentle tug, he presses his screen against his cheek for a kiss.

"Haven't even 'done it' the one time yet and you already want round two?"

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[ Closed EVENT Starter For @a-hazbin-spider ]

[ Valentino ]

“Dia…? Tha’ you, Baby?” The struggle to peel his eyes open shouldn’t have been such an uphill battle. When he managed to look up, it was solely because his palms held his chin up, and his elbows were pressed into the desk, “Oh, hey, Angie Cakes… You doin’ anythin’…?”

Angie Cakes…? That wasn’t right, but it sure made him giggly. No, no, it wasn’t that that made him giggly, it was the vodka. Probably. Maybe. No, no, yes, definitely. Vodka.

Or was he drinking tequila? It tasted awful regardless.

“C’mere, Baby, come lay wi’Daddy, yeah?” He patted his own stomach as he tented one leg up against the couch in his office at the club. The other leg hung off the side, bare foot flat on the floor, barely keeping back the drapery of his open coat. For his usual need to be seen as strong, powerful, and not at all the sloppy mess he was behind closed doors, he didn't seem to care right now.

Valentino would still pretend, in the bright light of day, that nobody knew that he hadn't been sober for days. He'd pretend that he was sober during the day, when he was stumbling around in the one pair of flats he owned, when he was absolutely not sober. If anyone said anything about it, he'd shoot them.

If he missed their face, or wherever he was aiming for, he was being generous. His vision wasn't swimming.

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Valentino and Flowers

He's a big fan of lilies. And he believes a lot in the language of flowers, luck, astrology, things like that. Yellow Spider Lilies are his most favorite, followed by black and purple Cala Lilies.

His love of Spider Lilies stems from golden ones representing wealth and luck. However, red is his favorite color, and red flowers indicate final goodbyes and sorrow. White Spider Lilies remind him of Angel Dust due to their coloration being white and pink.

He always demands a bouquet of flowers when he's upset and someone needs to apologize to him. The usual bouquet includes white calla lilies (4), white, red, pink, and yellow tulips (2 each), red roses (6), daffodils (8), pink snapdragons (4), purple hyacinths (4). The bouquet means:

White Cala Lilies - Purity, resurrection, rebirth

White Tulips - Forgiveness, respect, purity, honour

Red Tulips - Eternal love, passion

Pink Tulips - Affection, caring, good wishes, love

Yellow Tulips - Cheerfulness, hope! Victorians even believe that yellow tulips meant "there's sunshine in your smile"

Red Roses - Desire, beauty, victory, harmony, joy, luck, pride, martyrdom, deep love, passion

Daffodils - Rebirth, new beginnings, creativity, energy, resilience, forgiveness, vitality

Pink Snapdragons - Deception, deviousness, grace, strength

Purple Hyacinths - sorrow, a desire for forgiveness

He likes grand, ostentatious displays when someone apologizes to him, especially when it's Vox. When they have had lesser arguments, he will accept a bouquet of sunflowers and daffodils.

He has given Vox the option to have yellow hyacinths over purple ones, which represent jealousy. Part of him wants Vox to be jealous, though he feels as though Vox would think the yellow hyacinths were representative of Val's mood instead if he cared about the language of flowers.

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN CHALLENGE.     ›  Day Four

[ Valentino ]

4. Is there a costume they’d absolutely refuse to wear ?  Could they be persuaded by someone/something ?

He hates covering up kind of in general, but he abhors couples' costumes. If it's a matching theme, Vox could probably talk him into it, maybe Alastor or Velvette. But there is not a soul that is getting him in a fucking two-person horse costume.

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And If You Get In My Face Then You’ll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)

We Fear That Pop-Culture Is The Only Culture We’re Ever Going To Have (νσχ)

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[ Valentino ]

"I wonder where we're going for our date tonight. Vox said we'd be going somewhere special. I think I'll really dress up tonight. His favorite dress, some body jewelry... It'll be a hit."

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|| The Vow || What was the last promise your muse made? Was it to themself or to someone else? Has it been upheld or broken? - Valentino

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[ Valentino ]

The last promise that Val made was to Vox, which was that he wouldn't be late to their next date. He managed two dates in a row without missing anything, but it fell again after the third one, breaking his vow.

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[ Closed EVENT Starter For @infernal-feminae || Nifty ]

[ Valentino ]

He was going to hate the news in the morning.

Here he was, Valentino, Overlord, King of the Sex Trade... Stumbling down the street in his fishnets, heels in one hand, a cigarette in another, and the other two filled with fast food bags. To say that he looked like a trainwreck right now was probably not a lie.

But it was Sunday night.

Saturday came and went without any flowers, without a nice date, without barely making it back to the limo and one of their homes. Hell, he hadn't even bought his new date-night outfit with Vox's credit card on Friday like he always did.

In fact, he hadn't touched it. It remained in the back of his wallet, and while that didn't really mean anything since he had all the numbers memorized, well... He didn't use it. Once. At all. Part of him wondered if Vox had even noticed. Except for the part of him that didn't want to know if he hadn't.

Time for another drink.

Usually, Valentino was a hot mess, it was something Vox had told him often. He was better at hiding it, usually, also... Or so he thought. But he didn't have anyone around to force him to sleep it off, so he'd taken to the streets after he'd gotten too drunk to stay at the club without falling asleep there.

The bottle smashed to the sidewalk when he tripped over his own feet, and he winced with a loud, pained gasp when he followed it. Bare knees on the sidewalk in the first place sucked, but with alcohol and glass digging into them? Oh, and these tights were ruined, too.

A few softly glowing tears dripped down his cheeks and he tipped his head back entirely. Had he been wearing his hat or was it still at... Whatever club he'd been at that night?

If he made it through this, he'd never drink again. There he went, making false promises to a God that had long abandoned him, but it had always felt like it worked when he was alive.

He'd just have to get through the rest of this night if he wanted to figure out if his lies would still work.

A noise to his right (he checked, the hand closest to it made the backwards 'L') had him tearing his face from the sky, and he peered up the walkway to see... That little cute girl. Nice... Something? No. Knife! ...No.

"Niffy?"

Well, he was pretty damn drunk, so that was probably close enough. Hopefully.

"...'m bleedin'." He giggled a little, though there was no mirth in it, and whatever that expression was supposed to be didn't quite make the mark. The only way he probably could have looked sadder was if it was raining.

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Usually, Valentino was more put together than he had been. He'd never taken rejection well, and what Vox had put him through had felt like a severance. They'd talked about it, though, they'd worked through it. More or less, anyway. Vox had made the effort, had apologized like he always did, except not at all like he always did.

There had been no flowers in an arrangement that Valentino clung to the meaning of and Vox had simply purchased so many times he knew what to get. They hadn't had a grand, public display of affection, and then a night where they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

Valentino had been on the verge of snapping in half, and Vox hadn't had a proper night's sleep the whole time.

Things had been good, there was a definite improvement, and he was happier for it.

Which was why she got to see him like this. He felt like he could trust her, now, and he needed to do or say something. After all, she had arguably had to deal with him the most.

Lifting the little cup to his lips, he sipped it, closing his eyes. His face twisted up comically and he gasped, "Sour! Too sour--" But, for the sake of his own hangover, he kept his movements as calm as he could, holding it back out for her, "I-- More sugar. I'll take the meds in a sec... Uh, I take a couple. They ain't mine, though."

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Really, Nifty had been one of the people that had helped him pull through. In the end, the only real cure was Vox, but everyone else had kept him from a worse end than drinking himself stupid. He couldn’t deny that it sort of endeared him to her. Maybe he didn’t love her, he couldn’t say that he loved a lot of people, but there was something there.

“Yeah, uh… Whatever I said was probably true but… I probably shouldn’t have said it.”

Smiling slightly, he nodded, letting her go as he straightened up. Damn, his knees still hurt. They popped as he stretched his arms up, all four shoulders rolling as he waited for her.

Bending in half, he tipped his head at the offerings. Tea? He really didn’t drink it much.

“Is there sugar in the tea…? I, uh, prefer it sweet.” Probably 10/90 of tea-to-sugar, but he had always been a sugar junkie, “…Thanks. I think it might, but uh. I don’t know how much to take. Usually what I take is prescription.” Not really prescribed to him, but that was beside the point.

Honestly seeing him in such a miserable state, sort of endeared him to her as well. And she begun to think, maybe he wasn’t so bad…? At least, she wasn’t as intimidated around him as she was before.

She wouldn’t bring up what he said to her again unless he did first, figuring that it was a little personal.

“Yes, there is! But I can add more if you’d like?” She tilted her head to the side. Oh. She didn’t know he took a prescription but she supposed it made sense. “I think a couple of tablets ought to do the trick! But I wasn’t aware you took prescription.”

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[ Valentino ]

"You know what? You know what? You're right!"

Suddenly sitting up from the vanity mirror in his closet, Valentino scooted the bench back from it with his knees.

"I should give him a piece of my mind. I'm tired of him being dismissive when I'm being a," All four hands lifted with finger quotes, "Diva."

"Hellexa!" The house's hesitant beep followed his command, "Call Daddy!"

Stomping out of the closet in his red, feathery house heels and the matching, flowing lounge robe, Valentino had ever intention of unloading on Vox. It wasn't fair. It wasn't.

Anyway, his anger was never misdirected if it was at someone that could handle his temper, now, was it? Maybe after he'd let it all out, he'd go on that shopping spree that Vox owed him. He was going to buy nothing but horrifically yellow things despite his personal distaste for them.

Take that.

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ HALLOWEEN COUNTDOWN CHALLENGE.     ›  Day Thirty

[ Valentino ]

30. How would their perfect Halloween be ?  What would they do ?  Who would they spend it with ?

A night of partying that ended in "anonymous," costumed sex. He'd love to spend it with Vox, Velvette, Alastor, Vick, Summer, Nifty, Beelza, or Ozzie!