#voxxation

He pouts as Vox leaves him there–what was the harm in making the vuber wait like fifteen more minutes? It wasn’t like they had better things to do, right? Still, Val let him go, laid there glowering into space with his cheek pressed into the sheets as he listened to the muffled voices from the other room.

Vel was off doing– whatever it was she was doing, and tonight was supposed to be…well, special wasn’t the right word but it was supposed to be something. Time together if nothing else.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention. // for charlie ! / @voxxation

The mistaken conception about kindness is that it comes naturally. That it just exists - that someone is simply born good, and they can avoid the pitfalls that rage digs into the ground. And while Charlie considers herself a fairly cheerful person at heart, she has been actively making the choice to be good for a long time. To believe in people, even when she can't believe in herself. To see the light at the end of this dark, harrowing tunnel no matter how much it wants to cave in on her. Someone has to cling to the idea that anyone, anyone, can be redeemed, and that someone is her.

Suffice to say, Charlie has never encountered anyone who could get under her skin and throw her off center like the Vees.

She's smiling as she turns, the way she'd greet anyone with a question ( or a complaint, or an expletive, or - ) and the moment she sees Vox's face, her grin shatters.

You can say many things about Charlie Morningstar, for better or worse, but you can never claim she's good at hiding her emotions.

❝ - Vox. Hello. ❞ Her voice is sharp at the edges, stiff and cold despite any attempt to sound in any way polite. Why hadn't she expected to run into him again ? He's certainly not shy about dragging her name, her father's name, through the acid pits on every station in this so called election.

◞ ྀི◟‎𓏵 ׁ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎ . . ❝ But I don't trust you. ❞ TOUGH set of her jaw, teeth clenched together behind closed mouth, the woman directed the FEARSOME fire of her glare upon the man ; ignoring how he towered over her, as overwhelming in height as he perpetually was in PRESENCE ( his very being commanded attention, which evidently pleased him greatly ).

The walls practically shook with the force of it. Vox would have barely had a second to register the explosion before Valentino's hands were already grabbing the nearest object, a lamp, a heavy one, and ripping it off the accent table so hard the cord snapped against the wall.

He didn't hesitate. Didn't think. He launched it across the room with every ounce of strength in his wiry, furious body.

"LUNCH?!" he shrieked, voice cracking as the lamp smashed against the far wall in a burst of ceramic and sparks. "TWELVE O’CLOCK LUNCH, DOES THAT RING A FUCKING BELL?!"

His wings flared out sharp and trembling, venom already gathering in the corners of his mouth from the overload of emotion. "You left me sitting there alone for forty minutes like a goddamn idiot, Vox!"

His voice dropped an octave, rough and wounded beneath the rage.

               Now   you   just   look   insane.

                  BOTH   CLAWED   HANDS   RAN   THROUGH   RED   STRANDS   AS   A   BREATH   was   pushed   out   through   his   nose.   The   sting   of   his   claws   against   his   scalp   erased   the   sound   of   his   own   voice;   a   mercy   he   didn’t   know   he   needed.   Despite   the   distress   that   pushed   and   pulled   inside   of   him,   it   never   stopped   the   smile   that   was   always   presented   on   his   lips   for   all   to   see.

               "A man like you shouldn't have to drink alone."

                     HANDS   PAUSED   IN   THEIR   MOVEMENTS,   CLAWS   INSTANTLY   UNLATCHED   THEMSELVES   FROM   his   hair,   and   ears   swiveled   and   perked   to   the   familiar   voice   he   hadn’t   heard   from   in   a   few   days,   “   A   man   like   me?   ”   Alastor   was   quick   to   respond   with   a   raised   brow,   “   Do   enlighten   me,   Vincent—   ”   his   name   spilled   from   his   lips   softly   with   an   edge   of   a   tease,   “   —   what   could   that   possibly   mean?   ”   His   smile   elegantly   curved   to   display   warmth;   it   was   a   silent   gesture   for   @voxxation   to   take   the   seat   next   to   him.   

               Look   how   you   smile.

      fifty vine starter sentences for when it’s 3am

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 . . ❝ I won't be repeating that bad decision with you. ❞ Head tipped back to allow the BURNING fire of the whiskey to descend her throat ; the HEAT a means of grounding her, in a sense, while also getting her nicely FUCKED UP so she could possibly bone the nearest person -- NOT including the asshole beside her. She'd already made the mistake of breaking her celibacy streak with him, and look where that had gotten her ???

Elara coughed a bit and winced after swallowing -- it really did have a KICK to it. There was silence then for a beat between them. The bar, however, was in full swing ; music resounding, people dancing, even the bartender was singing along to the current song the band was playing. ❝ ...Why are you here, Vox? ❞ She asked lowly, side eyeing the media demon on the barstool next to her. ❝ I thought I was fired. ❞ A MOCKING tone but there was no hiding the tinge of pain to be detected ( her sullen demeanor matching it well ). ❝ What was it you said? Ah, yes, I had to pack up and go because, quote, I don't fuck shitty employees, unquote. ❞

Hand rose to wave her empty glass at the barkeep ; signaling the need for ANOTHER refill.

❝ You're giving me whiplash, so kindly fuck off and find some other dumbass to lead astray with your bullshit. You can deny the fact you might have feelings for me 'til the cows come home, I'm just not sticking around to listen to it. ❞

late nights! 𖹭.ᐟ accepting. / @voxxation sent: “You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”