#verse:demon val

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❤️💖💜 💗: Val from Addison

While he’d feign surprise he’d picked up on the subtle changes in their interactions some time ago. Given the length of which they’d known one another things had shifted from very casual to something more intense. Held gazes, a shift in her body temperature–not to mention an increase of pheromones in the air said more than words. Val is aware but is respectful and would never initiate, but wouldn’t say no either if Addison propositioned.    

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Continued from here: @normallyxstrange (Cj)

The three-piece suit was a bit much given their surroundings. It was what sparked the comment, to begin with after seeing the side glance. Catching the flat tone and quasi-distracted reaction he thought to leave the exchange there; however, something compelled him to continue. After all, she wasn’t a total stranger to him. While they’d not met prior he knew of the young demon. “What about you? Do you belong?” A fair enough question considering the setting. 

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shh for Val

When Val first landed in this realm despite his humanoid-like appearance he stuck out like a thousand dollar bill. He lacked human mannerisms and was unable to read cues from others around him. The first few weeks were spent wandering and mimicking the behavior of others. There were times he utterly failed at it and left a few bodies in his wake. No worry, not a soul was wasted. Even now he slips up from time to time if he becomes distracted enough. 

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@Harper & Boden: Closed Starter

This little diner was quaint and while he understood the witches apprehension of welcoming a demon immediately into her home there had to be a better place than this greasy spoon. Gazing out the window at the shell of the town he decided perhaps not. It had all the earmarks of a manufacturing town which slowly had dissolved after the plant shut down and shipped their business overseas. The residual bustling energy was the only thing which filled the streets between the livings occasional chatter.  Val stared at the glass door waiting for it to open so they could get through the introduction and move on with things.  

When Boden entered with the witch he was struck by her appearance. Simply put, she was beautiful. During his discussion with the hunter, he surmised that perhaps there was a romantic connection between Boden and the witch. Now he was certain of it. Recalling etiquette he stood as they arrived at the table and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

There was very little talk between the two of them as he drove to the diner. Part of Boden was still surprised she was willing to help capture the demon which had tormented her all those years ago. The hunter promised himself as they turned into the parking lot he wouldn't allow a single hair on Harper’s head to be displaced. Exiting the car he waited for her to walk around so they could enter together. Opening the door he spotted Val and gave a knowing nod towards his friend. 

As they joined him at the table he could sense she was nervous and rested a hand on her back for support. Shifting his body slightly closer as he introduced them. “Val this is Harper,” he paused before continuing. “Thanks for meeting us here.”  Boden waited until she chose a seat before following suit. 

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Closed Starter for Pavlo:

Val had let himself into the penthouse and while he sensed the witch wasn’t there it would only be a matter of time before he waltzed in. Instead, he helped himself to the finest import of bourbon the witch had stocked. He sipped straight from the bottle and didn't care to trouble himself with a tumbler. Resting on the Italian leather sofa he spread out and propped his feet on the table. Pavlo surrounded himself with exquisite things, and while Val was at times ignorant of such things it didn’t stop him from benefiting from it. 

Deciding perhaps he should make a call he rested the bottle on the table as he pulled out the cell. No sooner then he made it to the contact list did he sense Pavlo, tossing the cell to land on the plush couch. Waiting for the witch to enter the living space he grabbed the bottle again. The sound of footsteps echoed on fine marble as he came closer. Lifting his gaze the moment the man walked through the arch. “Welcome home, friend. We need to talk.” 

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addisonxrollins:

Her mind was reeling with images and replays, the knife in her hand the only thing right now anchoring her from losing it completely. The only way to summon Val was with blood and somehow without thinking she had done just that. Her entire body was shaking as she tried to speak, to get out the words that she needed help. It was only with him there did she realize that her hand was throbbing in pain. “He will be mad,” she said softly, catching him calling her dove, a soothing word from him and another way to anchor herself into this world.

Hearing the knife clanking into the sink she fell into his arms, inhaling his scent and the familiarity of it. Looking up through lashes dripping with tears she pressed her small frame in closer into him. “I’m getting blood on your suit,” she said softly, chuckling dryly at it before another sob slipped forth. Not an emotional person she hated that she was feeling this way, but she knew exactly why she did. That man now dead in the kitchen was sometimes a part of her nightmares, but she didn’t have time to think about it or wonder. Val’s soothing voice brought her down but she was still shaking. Nodding at the words she desperately clung too, she wanted to believe that nothing was coming for her. Doubt niggled at her brain, the fact that the man worked with her father had her doubting that. Val would want to know who he was, or if she knew him and she didn’t want to lie, but she couldn’t bring Ben into this either.

Leaning on him as they headed into her quarters the more removed from the situation she became the easier it was to breathe. Looking down at herself she gasped at how covered in blood she was, and opening her hand she saw it was still bleeding. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentleness of his touch. Some might be scared of the black orbs of his eyes or the truth of his being but she had never been afraid of him. Opening the door to the apartment she took in a shuddering breath, would she ever feel safe anywhere again? Turning to him, wringing her hands, wincing at the pain of the cut, “He didn’t need to say what he wanted,” she mumbled, looking down at her torn clothes. Giving him her back she headed for the fridge for liquor, not caring what she got blood on. Grabbing the bottle, forgoing glasses and her cut she opened it and took a deep pull. “I’ve seen him before,” she said softly, taking another pull. “He … he worked for or with … he worked with Ben.” Hoping there weren’t more questions, because honestly she didn’t know she would explain it she shook her head. “He got thrown out last week too.”

The demon kept silent as Addison shared the suit had been blemished. Frankly, he couldn't be bothered by it. There were very few things in this realm he ascribed any worth to, but she meant something. Still not wanting her to think he was upset he simply gave a soft encouraging squeeze as she leaned in. Val knew enough that removing the body back in the kitchen would be an easier fix than trying to bring Addison out the trauma she was stuck in, but he wasn’t about to leave her in it. Every tremor and strained breath was felt and while he wished to wipe the entire incident from her mind he needed information. 

Following her in, he turned on the light and was able to get a better look at her disheveled state. Blood dripped down from her hand speckling on the carrara marble floor. Cupping her hand in his own as he trailed a finger over the knife wound closing it. Closing the summoning which had been cast. The only remaining hint of trauma was the blood which still dripped while patches dried. 

Standing in the foyer he waited for her to answer the litany of questions he had rattled off. When Addison made mention of what the man wanted his eyes traveled down her body. The dress had been torn and red welts could be seen on both her neck and arms. They would darken over the next few hours turning into substantial bruising. Not always picking up others context immediately he faltered before understanding the meaning. Attempting to be as courteous as possible he asked, “Did he?”  

Val stood watching as she entered into the kitchen but quickly followed her in once she went for the liquor bottle. Standing within inches he could tell by the shift of her eyes she was hiding something. Why? Filing away what she did share he thought it best to get the liquor bottle out of her hand before it clouded anything that could possibly help him figure out what had transpired. His request came out stern despite his attempt to soften the tone, “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”  Stepping forward he pulled the bottle from her grasp setting it on the counter. Resting a hand on the low of her back escorting her from the room.. 

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