#viceweb

𝙽𝙾 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳:   ❝ bonnie  &  clyde     ──      ﹠ accepting  callers !

⠀ ılıılııl      𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕  𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢  𝚍𝚞𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚊  𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔  𝚘𝚏  𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗,   cobweb  draperies  cling  to  the  ceiling  as  niffty  races  to  ﹠   fro.  𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮,   she's  embarrassed  by  the  state  of  the  place  in   𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊   of  the  fact  it's  long  not  been  her  responsibility  ﹠   alastor  lacks  the  energy  to  stop  her.

𝑖𝑡'𝑠  𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛  𝑎  ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙  𝑜𝑓  𝑎  𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟.  he  wasn't  sure  when  he  got  used  to  the    𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙   of  rosie's  leash,  but  its  absence  feels  as  foreign  as  the  quiet  of  his  den.  the  hotel  was  always  𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮  𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙.  with  a  flick  of  his  wrist,  the  radio  on  the  mantle  springs  to  life  with  𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌.

       ❛❛  Make  yourself  at  home,  ❜❜ㅤㅤ          he  tells  his  ...  guest,  partner,    ﹠   runaway  companion  -  @viceweb .  ﹠   her  fingers  make  a  home  𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽  𝗁𝗂𝗌  𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍.  his  breath  hitches  in  her  grasp  ﹠   yet,  the  radio  demon  does   𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌   to  extract  himself.  heart  races  ( an  anxious  fawn  kenneled  in  his  chest  running  to  the  point  of  exhaustion )  as  he  cocks  his  head  to  one  side.  𝙖𝙣  𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.   angel  buries  her  fangs  into  the  flesh  between  his  neck  ﹠   shoulder,  he  swallows  an   𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉   noise  against  her  fingers.

       ❛❛  Glad  to  see  you're  in  𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙  𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙨,  my  dear.  ❜❜ㅤㅤ

♡ mun questions 

i don't have one for val specifically, honestly. my general muse killers are just exhaustion, illness or work stress. nothing too crazy. i suppose the only other one i have is just plot burn out? sometimes it's just hard for me to come up with ideas when i don't have a general plot outline or idea established with the other writer. but that is not always the case. i can wing it on days when i am having a more creative day.

"Me and you both. What the FUCK decade is this crap from?!" Fuck, she was sick of listening to it. It was bringing the mood down, bringing the EVERYTHING down. "Come on Angie. This shithole can take a piss."

Cherri threw back two shots she had lined up for her before passing the last two to Angel to finish off. This place was lucky it was still standing - and her mind still might change on that.

⸻ SHARP EYES VEERED away from her cellular device. ( ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴀᴘᴘɪɴ' ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ ? ) as a brow raised ever so slightly; her curiosity got the better of her. Hand drifting down with her phone, head cocking to the side like a rather intrigued avian awaiting for its prey's next movement. 

         ❝ What's there to sacrifice? Val owns every part of your entire being, obvi. You definitely sacrificed whatever's left you had, unless you've got more to ya than you already present. You're so full of surprises, Angel, I can barely keep up with ya,❞ 

@viceweb whispered a line !! american psycho sentence starters ( accepting! ) ❝ they  don’t  have  a  good  bathroom  to  do  coke  in.  ❞

❛ god, and when you're right, you're right. this place sucks, ❜ vox responds heartily, hefting a sigh. this party was one he had thrown for valentino, a celebration of new record numbers. most of valentino's people were here, though where the moth sinner had gone off to, he isn't sure. there's no yelling, at least, so he must be enjoying himself.

the haunt itself is nice, but relatively muted in comparison to what vox is used it. meant to be more accessible for those wanting to see val or angel or any of the workers rather than necessarily high end.

❛ i would snort a line. fuck, i have had coke in so long, it's a little mind - blowing. ❜

"angel, toots, c'mon. my dealer got nuked in the extermination." he props his elbow against the wall, leaning in a way that he knows will make the muscle in his arms and chest ripple. his eyes travel the pornstar's figure, hovering over the hips and chest before fixing on his face. that view made his shitty morning on more sunrises than he could count on two hands. "hook me up with some shit, baby. i'll pay you extra. not just in cash." the salesmen winks while flashes his sharp canines.

lol. lmao, even

♡ are you val's type?   

❛  kitty said sixteen out of twenty is 80% or 8/10. i adore you angelito but i can't be seen with an 8. ❜  antennae flutter slight amidst a dramaticized shake of his head. ❛ you're going to have to fix those numbers by replying to my fucking texts!  ❜