i don't care who you spend time with. REVERSE ( from @devilvette )
JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY MEME / always accepting !
“ I DON’T. ‘CAUSE WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE ? ” HIS MOOD WORSENS AS HE STARES DOWN AT HIS PHONE. Not at Velvette herself. Feigning disinterest by avoiding her gaze, now, that’s much easier. And he doesn’t really have the energy to offer her more than this, a cursory attempt at nonchalance.
Nonetheless, the fact he stands at the door to her room, slouched just inside the doorframe with his back pressed against it, signals enough proof of his irritation. He doesn’t like it when his people are with others he doesn’t know. Vox makes a habit of investigating the freaks Valentino and Velvette spend time with. Valentino has his whores, Velvette has whoever - the - fuck, except Vox has seen everyone Velvette associates herself with, often people he knows, and the fact he hadn’t known the identities of her companions tonight rattles him. He’s felt off for a few days, one of his snowflake moments as he’s come to call them, where everything feels tight and sinewy, like he’s an elastic band stretched too far, and he can’t bring himself to leave the tower. Not anxiety. Not some kind of episode. He doesn’t believe in all that. But watching Valentino and Velvette near - obsessively from surveillance footage usually helps, offering him some comfort, some twisted, fucked - up form of comfort anyway. Tonight, that has backfired spectacularly.
“ I just don’t know why you’d cosy up to other demons behind my back, ” Vox says plainly. Shoulders hunched defensively in on himself, though his expression remains stubbornly aloof. He doesn’t step further into her room, but hovers at the door like a bad habit, tone curt and unhappy. “ Behind our back, I mean. Valentino might freak the fuck out but I’m — me ! I’m rational. Level - headed. I just think it’s pretty suspicious you didn’t tell me exactly who you were going to spend time with. ”
