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It's Not Obsession Darling...

... It's Passion!

Hxund Presents . . .

Vignette!

A Hazbin Hotel OC and study in obsession, desperation, and art. Follow Vignette as she attempts to regain control of her soul as well as a position among the Vees themselves in the gamble of a lifetime!

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heads up this blog is probably not coming back ; ; the husk must just has not come back for me like at all. i am getting interested in an oc tho that im working on a blog for so feel free to check out @storytelling-spider if you want to rp with me

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sorry I've been so mia, I have had literally 0 muse for any of my blogs for days ; ;

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It had been a quiet and tense several days at the hotel. Angel's absence had been felt by all the inhabitants, even those who had not been particularly close to or invested in him. The daily exercises lacked their usual sarcastic commentary and while they felt a little more productive as a result the energy just wasn't there.

They all missed him.

They knew that he was okay, he had been keeping Husk and Charlie updated, if with very little details, but they knew he was alive and kicking just being worked to the bone.

Charlie had been going back and forth on storming the tower and just taking Angel by force but had been talked down from that plan by Husk and Vaggie, who pointed out that that may just make things worse.

It was later that night when Angel texted him, a simple message, just { Miss you }.

Husk felt his heart wrench at the message, and sent back a simple, { Miss you too }.

He stares down at his phone for a moment before setting it down on the counter. He wants to see him, he misses him so much, it's been so long since he's even seen him and he just misses him so much, too much.

He glances at his phone again and purses his lips.

He has an idea, a dumb idea, but an idea.

Fuck it.

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Husk landed down on the balcony to Angel's dressing room and peered in through the open doors, cursing quietly when he saw Angel sleeping. He didn't want to wake him up, he clearly needed the sleep, but he didn't want to just go.

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Angel had been trying his hardest to distance himself from Valentino and work. He only went when he was required, and when he was there, he did everything he physically could to stick up for himself against Valentino. Then God forbid if he saw the moth outside of work, he made it known that he was not there for him. But it backed fired and pissed Valentino off more. In response, his work hours had been increased. He was back on the streets selling himself on top of his shifts at the studio. Every scene he did was intense and physically demanding. The few breaks he got were spent with Valentino using him how he wanted. It was pushing him straight to breaking point and there as nothing he could do to stop it.

At first, he was just making it back to the hotel to crash. But soon even that was becoming a struggle, and he'd crash in his dressing room the moment he stepped in there. The one time he made it out of the dressing room, he ended up crashing on a bench somewhere.

But then in Angel's exhausted state Valentino had suggested that he just move back in the tower. Angel, at the time, had been too exhausted and focused on getting out of an outfit he had barely been able to breathe in to think it through. Valentino had a point. In his state it was dangerous to keep making the trip home when he could barely make it out of the studio. He'd expected to move back into his old room with Valentino or one of the guest rooms but was told, he'd moved out and the only room he could have was his dressing room.

During the time, Angel tried to stay in contact with Husk. He missed the cat so much, and the thought being this far away was one he tried not to think about. He tried to send texts, but most days, it was "tired" or some thumbs up emoji. Unable to bring anything more from himself. He kept wishing for the shifts to end or his time to be reduced, but every day felt like it got longer and harder for him.

Like most days now, when Angel had finished his scenes for the day he only had a few hours before the next one was due to start. He made it as far as shutting the door in his dressing room before sliding down the frame and letting himself hit the ground. He didn't have it to make it the sofa. He couldn't be asked to get out of the leather. Instead, all he pulled his phone out and started trying to read the texts from Husk.

[Text sent]: Miss you

Angel held his phone tightly as he waited for a response. Tears in his eyes as he tried not to think about how much he was missing Husk. He tried to send another message bur every time he time blinked, he struggled to keep his eyes open. Only getting half way through his second message before he fell asleep. The phone still held loosely in his hand as his body slumped.

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It was all Husk could do to drink the wine as it was pressed to his lips, his heart in his throat. One hand reached up to try to take the glass into his own hand while the other pressed against Valentino's hand, making a weak attempt to push it from his thigh.

He hated the position he was in, he hated being fed like this like he couldn't get damn drunk on his own, but he was desperate for the drink, for anything that would dull his anxiety and panic.

He drained the glass quickly and quickly after did his best to pull away from Val, though all it ever seemed to do was invite him to press in closer and push Husk further into his corner.

It didn't take long for the drink to hit him but it just wasn't enough. Too many years drinking too much left him far more tolerant than he wanted to be, especially at that moment.

He reached a hand out, asking, "Can I... can I just have a fucking bottle? I don't really care what I just need to be drunk already."

As he waited for Val to decide whether to indulge his vices he added a comment, "And I ain't that interesting, everyone here is just fucking freaks with the sex shit. I haven't ever had someone I met down here who I liked enough to fuck so, no, not since before I died at least."

Valentino looks like someone just dumped a sobering bucket of water on his head. You could practically hear the gears in his head creaking to life as they turned for the first time in a long while.

"...Are you kidding me?" He barked a laugh that seemed to come from nowhere. "You can't be serious."

He stared at Husk for a long minute, each second silently ticking by and feeling like an hour each.

"You're serious. What?!" Valentino fell back on the seat laughing, the raucous jeering headache-inducing on its own. The suffocating blanket of smoke didn't make things much better.

He stayed laying across the cushions as he finally recovered his breath, sprawled out with Husk between his knees. He paid no mind to the other's apparent panic as he finally sat up, taking his place once more sandwiching Husk against the window with an arm around his shoulders. He blindly reached under the seat for the door to the mini fridge below, feeling around for a flat, already opened bottle of champagne.

"You are so interesting, you know that right? So what, are you like...a Hell-virgin? You've never even tried?" Two fingers walked threateningly up Husk's leg, tracing their way to exactly where you were thinking before falling just short, perching right back on his thigh same as before. Meanwhile he was pouring champagne with his other arms into two mysteriously procured glasses and— This man has way too many arms.

Without a word Valentino pressed the rim of one glass to Husk's lips, trying to carefully make him drink up without spilling any. He was uncomfortably close to Husk's ear now, he could feel his breath tickle the fur inside. "That's fine. I can work with that...~"

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probably gonna convert this back into a husk only blog ngl

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Husk curls in on himself when Val crowds in next to him on the couch, attempting to maybe retain some personal space by simply making that bubble smaller, not that it worked as Val continued to crowd in on him.

Husk attempted to pull away when Val grabbed his face but upon receiving the order fell still, almost compulsively. He grimaced as Val began pulling his mouth open and inspecting him and for the first time in a long time, since his early days in hell, he felt like he was something less than a person. He felt like he was being treated like an animal and it made him feel sick.

When Valentino finally released him he found himself rubbing his jaw and almost curling even more in on himself. He scowls at the comment about his teeth, "Not really, no. Never really had a reason to."

The sudden barrage of questions, coming in too fast and far too invasive pushes Husk towards some sort of edge. His breathing picks up and he almost feels like he's choking, the smoke is too thick, the smoke is too thick thesmokeistoothickTHESMOKEISTOOTHICK.

All at once he almost shoves Valentino away from him, almost shaking, "I don't do that! Any of that! I haven't since- not for a long time!"

Come on Hux, just breathe for me. Focus on your breath.

And he tries, he tries to slow down his breathing. It helps a little but he's still panicked and curled up in the corner of the couch.

Valentino takes his time with the phone call. Husk had seen him making calls during meetings before, he often paced in circles and gestured wildly as he spoke. but this time he was as still, calm. It was unnerving. he spoke in a hushed tone, making it impossible to eavesdrop. Probably for the better. 

Husker hardly had time to even notice that Valentino was done as he quickly swung into his seat beside him right after hanging up. “Ah, forgive me! Someone was sleeping when I specifically asked them to stay up for me. I’m sure you don’t mind?”

As expected, he paid little mind to Husk’s personal space. He practically sprawled along the cushions to take up as much space as possible. The door closed automatically as the engine started, gravel crunching beneath the tires as Husk was wheeled off to his metaphorical demise.

Without a word, Valentino suddenly grabbed Husk’s face in a tight grip. “Don’t struggle,” he demanded in a low voice that left little room to argue. All four of his hands went to work pulling at his lips and trying to force his jaw open, seemingly inspecting his teeth like some prize animal. The invasion ended swiftly, but felt like a hundred humiliating lifetimes.

“Hm. Have you considered veneers? Of course not, but we’ll have to keep that in mind though. Those things are awfully yellow, but nothing that a little digital editing can’t correct.” Valentino wiped his fingers off on Husk’s clothes, taking extra care to make a show of tugging the fabric without going much further than that.

He smiled, the creepy fuck. “This can’t be that bad for you. I mean, a player like you already lives a life full of sin. Wouldn’t you like getting paid to bang whores all day instead of the other way around? I know someone like you just has to beat the ladies off with a stick. Is that it? You just not into men? I can work with that. What are you into? What positions? Allergies? I’m gonna need to know it all.”

The overstimulating barrage of questions seemed to be intentional, something meant to disorient Husk as a lungful of exhaled smoke was suddenly blown right into his eyes. The enclosed backseat of the limousine already seemed to be drowning in smog. Like there was no more clean air to breathe, just tobacco that made one feel…remarkably lightheaded already. Was it the lack of clean air? Or…something else? Fuck, Valentino’s hand was on his thigh already. Something had to happen right fucking now.

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Hey if anyone wants to plot blog arcs or anything like that with me ( as husk ) please like or comment this post! ( Esp if we hadn't rped yet )

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Husk squirmed in Valentino's arms, and became visibly disgusted at the sensation of Valentino's tongue against his fur. Quietly he muttered, "Fucking gross."

At the sensation of Valentino's hand near his tail however, the squirming and discomfort quickly moved into panic. Husk stiffened up and almost went to push away the moth before the touch rescinded but he is still clearly very off kilter and a little panicked because of it.

For the first time it starts to dawn on Husk what exactly is going to happen to him in all likelihood and as he follows Valentino out and towards the car he starts to curl in on himself a little.

Come on, deep breaths, mio giocatore. Just get to the car, okay?

He nodded, both to Val as he follows the order and to the little voice in his head.

Just get to the car.

It wasn't hard to find the limo, it's bright red and white with Val's name on the plates and hearts on the hood and trunk and the driver appeared to be there to greet him, inviting him into the vehicle.

Husk stepped in and almost laughed at the sight, he really should have expected as much. The limo was all pinks and purples with garish led lighting. It was one of the tackiest things he'd ever seen, and with how much he had made fun of Valentino in private over the years he really should have expected as much. He always had cheap taste.

Husk sat himself on one of the side couches. Sitting in the corner opposite the door and towards the front of the vehicle, sort of hoping that Valentino would allow him his space and sit at the back where he clearly usually sat.

And for the first time since losing he was alone if only for a few minutes, and in the purple lighting of the limo that didn't feel real.

And there he goes again. Losing touch with it all.

He wonders when it will actually hit.

When the situation he's in will actually feel like it's happening.

"Oh, you know." Valentino let the sentence fizzle there, as if Husk really did know. He gave the other a little twirl as he still held Husk's hand in a loose grip, giggling the whole time. "You look a little lost. The rush of losing will do that to you though, won't it amor? Like all your blood has dropped to your feet...~" He pressed himself none-too-gently to Husker's back, spindly arms caging him in like a trapped animal. Their difference in height made the position a bit awkward, but there was no missing the intent behind it as Valentino hunched forward to sniff the eldest sinner's fur...Jesus fuck, did he just lick him?

"Hm... Hueles a fuego." A hand crept down his back, nails prickling through his clothes as they slowly made their way to briefly scritch at the base of his tail through the layers of cloth.

As quick as the invasive touch began, Valentino withdrew entirely. "Come," he ordered with no room for argument, sauntering to the rear exit of the building hidden by a single inconspicuous curtain. Thank the powers that be that Valentino had no plans to parade his prize across the casino floor... There was no doubt that he would take the opportunity to hammer in the shame worse than it already had been.

The rusted door opened with a long creeeaaak, almost like the sound of a casket being opened. Even in the middle of the night the lights outside were enough to flood the dark backroom with flashing neon from the surrounding casinos on the strip. "Adelante, tú primero. Hurry up," he demanded with a sudden impatient bark. "The limo is parked out back already, get comfortable and I'll join in a second... I have to make a call first."

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Husk returns a few minutes later, bottles and bags and a bath bomb in hand. It's a much smaller collection than Charlie had unloaded upon him but still enough to make quite the bath.

He's caught a little off guard by Angel already being in the bath but doesn't say one thing or another to it, simply setting down the stuff he's gotten, "Gonna prep the salts real quick, is the water too warm, too cold? It's been a while since I've dealt with this and I don't know how heat sensitive you are at the moment, I can heat it up if you need me to."

He takes a cup of the epsom salt and pours it into a small pitcher he apparently just has under his bathroom counter. He fills it up with the water from his sink and sticks his finger in the water, it takes just a moment but the water seems to almost vibrate and a few seconds later the salt has dissolved into the water.

"This should make it a little warmer either way." He says, lifting up the pitcher to take a look at it before heading over to the tub and pouring the quite hot water in on one end.

He was careful as he worked to not let his eyes linger too long on Angel now that he was exposed more fully.

"That should start helping, the salt is always good for the soreness."

Angel is in a daze, set down and trying to focus as Husk takes care of him. As he starts the water and asks to run back for the bath stuff it’s all he can do to nod. Faraway magenta eyes turning to watch the water as he tried to force his brain back into a track.

To process SOMETHING beyond the horror of not knowing what had been happening with his body for the last week. Husk said that it was okay, that he was just glad he was home but was it really?

Arms are aching as he sits there. Hands rubbing opposite arms in an attempt to run the nervous pain away but it doesn’t work. All of him hurts–Husk said a bath would help–he doesn’t wait for Husk to come back, climbing into lukewarm water and shivering as his body struggles to adjust. Still rubbing the pain out of his arms–it’s still not working.

At least he fucking HAD arms.

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Husk felt like a fool. He had spent every waking moment for the past few weeks looking for Angel that he hadn't considered that he might have to keep an eye out for anything else.

He opened the doors to the hotel and took a deep breath, quickly spotting the nervous Charlie sitting on one of the couches in the lobby.

"Charlie." He says not quite softly but not quite as his full volume, "I found him."

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A shiver went up Husk's spine as Valentino began to work through his feathers, but not an uncomfortable one. Husk had never really let anyone touch his wings, let alone preen his feathers, and the sensation was a strange one. It left him feeling sensitive and a little scared but more than that it felt almost safe. Not that that made any sense.

And all of a sudden the hands were gone from his wings and the feeling left with it, disappearing as quickly as it came and leaving Husk skeptical that he had felt that way in the first place.

Husk stared at the hand before him for half a beat before placing his own in it and letting it guide him to stand up. He was listening this time, or trying to at least, but the discomforting memory of his own feelings was getting to him.

Why the hell had he felt that way?

At the mention of alcohol however, Husk tuned back in, "I uh, yeah I like champagne well enough. Usually reserve it for celebrating though. More of a bourbon and whisky guy most of the time."

However, the mention of Valentino being willing to make some concessions to make him feel more comfortable caught him off guard and if Val caught sight of his face, it would show, "What do you mean, concede some of it?"

Valentino sighed in relief, continuing to toy idly with Husk’s primary feathers. “Oh, thank god, because I was not going to keep calling you Albert. Such an old man name. But you are an old soul, aren’t you? Literally and figuratively… I like it. It’s sexy.”

He seemed to be getting a bit preoccupied, combing through downy feathers with his fingers. It felt unusually good… “Ugh, do you ever brush this out? I’m going to have to do some serious work on you if I want you presentable for the party… Don’t look so dejected. You won’t have to do anything, I won’t even make you sit on my lap this time like I said earlier, mi angelito gets that honor. You just need to be my arm candy for a few hours, is that so bad? The prep is going to be so much worse than the actual event, I promise.”

One of his free hands suddenly moved right in front of Husk’s face, palm up as he waited expectantly for something. “Come on, up, up. I have to show you around the place first before we can get started on your lovely little spa day. I’ll even find you a room if you’d like.” Valentino’s voice was so light, so…cheery? It almost sounded like he genuinely had Husk’s best interests at heart. That was the fucked up part. “There’s a limo outside waiting for us. Do you drink champagne, gatito?~” A low chuckle emanated from Valentino straight to Husk’s core, making his stomach drop like a lead weight. He really liked using that name, didn’t he? “There’s plenty of booze in the back, and we do have a bit of a ride to your new place. We can use the time to discuss further terms if you’d like. I’m willing to concede some if it makes your stay even slightly more comfortable.” Even without seeing it, Husker could sense the smile painted on Valentino’s face. If there was a way for Hell to be even worse, he knew he’d found it.