burn, baby, burn

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The click of a phone camera alerted Husk that the persistent creep wasn't letting up. With a low growl, Husk grabbed the sinner by his collar, shoved a golden die in his mouth, bashed him against the side of a building, and threw him into the street where his head exploded a moment later.

"Anyone else?"

Husk hadn't seen a crowd clear this fast since Lilith's Might nearly blew up the whole city. All traces of violence melted from his features when he returned his attention to Angel, opening the door to their destination.

So if he blushed a little, and giggled like a moron, could you really blame him? Angel tried to keep his cool, brush his hair back and strut forwards through the door like the star he is.

"… What is going on with you? … Maybe I can fix it."

He can't help but laugh at that. Coldly at that. Mocking the hope that anything could change this miserable, solitary space Val has found himself in. Robbed of a perception, putting him apart from those around him. Isolating, that was the word he was looking for. All four hands ball into fists, two twisting fingers into the folds of Vox's shirt as he turned his face up again. Set his gaze on the smeared colors of Vox's face and tried to pick out his eyes. Caught himself squinting slightly.

"It's fucking nothing..! And you can't fucking fix it—!" he barked angrily. More frustrated with the earnestness of the offer than anything else. He does shove him this time. Pushing him hard and away from him. "'Cause I can't fucking see you!"

He'd said it. And for a moment, he froze. Like it was sinking in that he had admitted the fault in his body. And all at once his face changed. No longer was he angry, but something else took its place. Something fundamentally vulnerable. Fearful.

Val pushed him away, but before Vox could feel taken aback the other is grabbing fistfuls of his shirt so he can’t escape. Vox frowns, wanting to snap back at Val’s angry tone, but he makes himself stop and listen instead. But once more he’s being shoved away, though the words that accompany the motion aren’t harsh, no insult or scorn, just those desperately painful words :

— 'Cause I can't fucking see you!

For a moment, Vox just blinks. Val also seems to have frozen, like he’s let out a secret he hadn’t meant to share. His expression holds a frightening amount of vulnerability, that open blank stare that apparently sees little to nothing. But before Vox can really process what he’s been told, Val has struggled back to his feet and is attempting to escape, like he can put enough distance between himself and this confession to make it unsaid.

❛❛ Val, wait! ❜❜ Vox is scrambling to his feet in turn, moving to close the distance before Val can leave the room. He manages to grab one arm, Val’s limb slender in his large clawed hand. He keeps his grip loose enough that Val can pull away, if he really wants to, but firm enough to urge him to stay.

❛❛ Don’t just — you can’t just fucking say something like that and walk away! ❜❜

Vox urges Valentino to turn and face him. He wants to look into those crimson eyes like he’ll be able to see what’s wrong with them from just a surface glance. He wants to cradle Val’s face in his hands and guide him down, wants to place his thumbs over his eyelids like he can fix them just by wishing. If only everything could be fixed like that. He’d go back. He’d do everything so differently.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

[  blanket  ]  sender  layers  blankets  over  receiver,  adjusting  them  until  they’re  just  right

[  soup  ]  sender  blows  gently  on  a  spoonful  of  soup  before  offering  it  to  receiver

[  water  ]  sender  holds  the  glass  steady,  murmuring  encouragement  until  receiver  takes  a  sip

[  hair  brush  ]  sender  carefully  brushes  receiver’s  hair  back,  slow  and  soothing

[  ice  pack  ]  sender  wraps  an  ice  pack  in  a  towel  and  presses  it  gently  where  it  hurts

[  temperature  ]  sender  wakes  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  just  to  check  if  receiver’s  still  warm

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it

[  quiet  room  ]  sender  dims  the  lights  and  turns  everything  down  low  so  receiver  can  rest

[  slow  ]  sender  stays  at  receiver’s  pace,  arm  ready  in  case  they  stumble

[  bandage  ]  sender  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt

[  lap  ]  sender  lets  receiver  rest  their  head  in  their  lap  while  they  stroke  their  hair

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

[  warm  cloth  ]  sender  presses  a  cool  cloth  to  receiver’s  neck  or  wrist

[  cough  ]  sender  rubs  slow  circles  between  receiver’s  shoulders  through  every  coughing  fit

[  carried  ]  sender  helps  receiver  move,  taking  more  weight  than  they  should  without  complaint

[  pain  ]  sender  distracts  receiver  with  quiet  stories  or  memories  until  the  pain  dulls

[  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt

[  held  ]  sender  sits  behind  receiver,  arms  around  them  so  they  don’t  have  to  hold  themselves  up

[  protective  ]  sender  stays  curled  close  even  after  receiver  falls  asleep

[  food   ]  sender  convinces  receiver  to  eat  “just  a  little  more”  with  a  smile

[  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  hey.  i’ve  got  you.  ❞

❝  don’t  rush.  we’re  not  going  anywhere.  ❞

❝  let  me  do  it  for  you,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  know  it  hurts.  i’m  right  here.  ❞

❝  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  i  promise.  ❞

❝  just  focus  on  breathing.  i’ll  handle  the  rest.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.  ❞

❝  tell  me  where  it  hurts.  i’ll  be  careful.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  feel  better.  ❞

❝  i’ll  stay  up  with  you  if  i  need  to.  ❞

❝  it’s  okay  to  lean  on  me.  ❞

❝  shh…  you’re  safe.  ❞

❝  i’ve  got  time.  all  of  it’s  yours.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  say  thank  you.  ❞

❝  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ❞ 

❝  you’re  doing  really  well.  ❞

❝  i’m  right  here.  breathe  with  me.  ❞

❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞

❝  rest.  i’ll  wake  you  if  you  need  anything.  ❞