#arachngel

@arachngel whispered a line !! some angst ( accepting! ) “  whateva’ it is you think was goin’ on between us,  you’re wrong .  ”

for a moment, vox considers the many terrible things he can do to angel. that it would be fun to experiment on the sinner, to make him less desirable to valentino. the ways he could ruin his reputation and turn him right back into a nobody. or even less than that. he could kill him. tear him limb from limb, really, electrocute him until he has no brain left to speak of.

and yet ... he takes a deep, grounding breath and lets his electrical static fizzle out into the air between them. the fur (hair?) on angel standing on end. it's a palpable presence, his power, and it's sticks to them both. but he does nothing. he exhales. slowly. and then grins condescendingly.

❛ i am sure i am not. ❜

because what he suspects, he sees. val, diverting his attention to angel at all times. whenever the arachnid moved, val's eyes were captured. his mind circled with thoughts of the spider sinner at all hours of the day, and it bothers vox. and angel feeds val. whether he means to or not, and vox wishes angel would just leave already.

❛ you are valentino's favorite. and you keep it that way. please enlighten me if you think i'm wrong. ❜

@arachngel / continued

"Well. . .if it wasn't you, there is a very impressive twin mirroring you out there. However, I'm fairly certain I'm correct. Same silhouette and quadruple the limbs." Unsure commitment rolls on his tongue ( there can't be THAT many sinners of the spider variety ). Without being given a chance to savour the pleasantries, he shoots an apprehensive glance upwards. Unfamiliar with the generous amount of height before him, unlike many demanding fans throughout the rings. "You were somewhat ( ! ! ) clothed during this interview. . .If that is what you're asking."

"BOX ( not his name ) has interesting business practices. Was this a development in the recent century? I must have missed the rise of this trend. . .and in Pride no less." Culture is always changing due to the constant flow of sinners bringing in outside influences; he hasn't quite decided if sexual leads was a welcomed adjustment fit to the Ring. This wasn't Lust. "What happened to the in person shows? Interviews pale in comparison. I wonder what you do to acquire such a crowd from just answering questions?" He asks without expecting an answer to the possibly fully loaded inquiry. Not ready to commit to emotional requirements for the follow up; a DEVIL was never a good shoulder to lean on without invitation. After all, the answer could be guessed between obligation and survival ( everyone has a story ).

"She has so many hoards of paperwork for a hotel with limited guests. Are they all in the same entertainment business as you?" Like second nature, he perched himself up on the table and dipped his snake-like nose into the box. Less cleaning, and leaning more into investigating the records with pointless respect to the finer details. Crossing one leg over the other, he gets comfortable as if he wasn't investigating the vulnerable underbelly of the hotel's privacy. Barely giving enough time to appreciate the names written in the familiar style Charlie adopted over the years. "Your file has a fair bit of dust on it." He tests the weight of the decently filled folder; Charlie loves to show off a love for documenting EVERYTHING. "So you agreed to live here despite having such a busy career. . ."

If he could breathe, he'd suck in a breath of reserved discretion deep into his chest. "You're just offering to let me know what you do for a living?" Where's the fun in that? "Are you sure? There really is no need to show and tell. Everyone always exposes themselves like I'm running some confessionals. . .and I can't help looking where you'd guard the most." Muffling the damned presence exposed in ways the eye couldn't materialize, Lucifer finally picked up a broom and mindlessly scaring off dust bunnies that dared to form ( they know better to collect in his shadow ). "I haven't put much thought into what any of you chose for a career path. I don't intervene for a reason. Ah-- but I am not against it." Sweeps with a hint of urgency ( don't look too deep, Lucifer ). And yet, body language betrays his attempt to withhold his growing interest, restraint cramping under the strengthening desire to KNOW.

Alright. . .Alright. . .ALRIGHT.

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It'd been some real turn of events, the past few minutes.

He'd just been walking, minding his own business and looking down at his phone, when he was basically fallen into, slammed with the full weight of...well. Himself, it seemed! Luckily enough, this wasn't the first "alternate" of himself he'd had a run-in with (probably not the last either, if we're real), and this one in particular he'd had at least a couple passing conversations with.

But this didn't seem like it was going to be a regular ol' "shoot the shit" kind of encounter. The other looked pretty blasted, barely in control of his own limbs from the look of it. Angel tried to help him stay steady, but all that got him was a stumble and being dragged down to the floor, landing himself on top of the other.

Least he wasn't made to take the impact.

Before he could fully get up and even consider trying to help again, the other leaned up and caught his lips with his own. The kiss was almost burning, the taste of alcohol, pushed into his mouth with lips and tongue, overpowered his senses for a moment. Before he knew it, the other was leaning back, peering at him through pretty lashes, swiping their tongue over their own lips. He made some kind of remark, but Angel didn't really hear it.

He was too busy leaning down and kissing him again, pushing an insistent and deep liplock against the other's mouth as his eyes squeezed shut, and hand moving up to hold the other's head.

He was always bad at impulse control.

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