#wingeddelight

Valentino gave a thoughtful hum, tapping his cigarette against his chin, the ashes falling onto the tile floor. He answered after some silence, taking his sweet time. "No, I don't think I'm in the mood today. Angel didn't even come in anyway, so I don't see the point."

He took a drag on his cigarette, sitting in his director's chair, lounging back with an unamused expression. His antenna gave an annoyed twitched, but he smiled at Indigo, motioning her closer so he could hold her face in his hands.

Fingers curl around Silas' arms and Mephistopheles finds himself tilting his head inquisitively. Taking in the tone, the demand, the doe look of his prey. Silas had signed a contract with him, after all, and Mephistopheles does nothing for free. Whilst his attentions were often placed elsewhere when it came to using his pawns within the landscape of Hell, this one? Silas, right this second? Well. He simply had the misfortune of being both the closest, and the newest being to have caught his attentions.

Starter for @wingeddelight ~ Velvette & Quartz

Velvette sat backstage, waiting for the concert rehearsal to come to an end. Normally, she wouldn't bother to show up herself to fetch the person she wished to talk to. She usually had them come to her, either by sending a message or having one of her underlings to fetch them for her, but these were particular circumstances.

She had already tried to get to Quartz through the usual methods. Thrice. And each time, Val had stolen her away, even if the fashionista had told him that she needed to borrow the pop star in advance.

The whimsy asshole. She wasn't sure if he had just forgotten or if he had decided that he cared more about his own whims than her requests, but she had decided that enough was enough. Quartz and her assistants couldn't say no to Val, but she could.

And if the moth tried to protest, she would have forced him to suck it up.

The moment the singer stepped off the stage, Velvette got on her feet and stalked towards her, getting in her way before she could head for her changing room.

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@wingeddelight sent; Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. — from oliver, for vox

This fucking guy. Vox ground his digital teeth. Sat on his office chair, staring down at his phone between his fingers. Re-reading the text message over and over again. Seething even more.

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@wingeddelight sent; Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. — from mallory, for vox

Striding through the corridor of the Vee Tower, Vox kept one eye on his phone, the other in front of him. He couldn't afford to run into any walls or people. So he was mindful. At least, a little bit.

Luxury was clothes shopping. Did they have enough- yes. However, sometimes it was nice to add in something else. So they were trying on outfit after outfit. Finally they landed on an outfit but glanced around. They wanted an opinon.

"Hey Darling~ Can I get an opinion? I'll take you out for drinks after if it's a good one..." They offered a flirtatious smile.

They then gave a twirl in the outfit. A very tight sleeveless top with an open, pink button up on top. A slightly fem lean to their frame for the moment. A slight bust and swishy loose pants sat low on their hips but looked like they'd be fun to dance in.

"Or does it look better like this?" And then in a blink their form was a touch more masc, the changes hardly noticeable but things sat a bit different. "Option one, two or should I mess around with it a bit more?"

It's not often that Michael shows his face in public. His activities are mostly focused to the quieter parts; the ones where he's ... more alone than not. ( What? He's not a social person. ) It's not so much different to - unbeknownst to him - how Lucifer conducts his activities in Hell. His twin avoids his responsibilities as king and does whatever he can to be the least amount involved. Michael, whilst not king, is very similar. He's one of the official leaders of Heaven along with the rest of the council, the most powerful angel and yet he doesn't remember the last time he had taken part in an official meeting.

It's brighter than he remembers.