[ It's no Fat Nuggets but.... there's a demon pig plush sitting on Angel's bed when he gets home. Whether this means Val's managed to get into his room or not is up for debate but it's definitely from him. There's a faint whiff of his smoke on its tiny stuffed body, after all.
Maybe he's been feeling a little sentimental really. All this running around grabbing territory for the Vees, climbing his way back to the top, it's gotten him thinking of the old days. The old days when Angel's birthday was a large extravagant affair involving dinner at a fancy restaurant or a night of drinking at a club they never went to, being showered in elaborate gifts, ending in the moth's bed where for one particular night, he wasn't going to be *too* rough. The kind of thing that drew Angel in, probably. How much of it was real, how much of it was an act, who knows? Eventually, those birthday dates mellowed down to him leaving presents in Angel's dressing room and a thick wad of cash as well as Val leaving him alone for the day. A sure sign of his favorite's fall from grace.
Today apparently, was no exception. Not quite feeling sentimental enough to take him out but at least enough so to give him a gift less rooted in its price tag and more of a memory. He'd given him the pig back home, maybe it was only right he give him another one. ]
Get yourself something nice Angie
[ Of course he's sent over some funds... it's a given by now. At least he remembered? ]
[It was never good. This -- thing between them had never been wholly good, Angel knows that now. Even when he told himself it was, in the early years, when Val called him amorcito just because, not because he was trying to make up for smacking him around earlier -- it hadn't been good.
But sometimes, some moments, that birthday a few decades back when Angel's first big-budget porno had broke streaming records, when they were drowning in money and he woke up on April 1st to find a teensy-tiny little demon pig nuzzling into his hair -- sometimes Angel could make himself believe Val really cared. That it was good, them together. Powerful and famous and wealthy and untouchable. On top of the world.
Maybe that's why he doesn't immediately throw the plush out. Maybe he misses the real little pig so damn much he's willing to settle for a stuffed replacement. Maybe he's thinking of the old days too. Whatever the reason, Angel tucks the Nuggets plush under his chin and sends the usual message back to Val --] 💖
[ As much as he hated it, he did have a bit of sentiment wedged in that dry shrivelled little heart of his. Who keeps the first picture you ever take with your business partner right on your work desk in a little frame, after all? Of course he carries a little bit of that same measure of sentiment for his top talent - one of the first contracts he had who made it big.
Emotions are... complicated and weird between them.
He was out that day with Velvette, sourcing things for their new HQ when he'd caught sight of the pig. It looked sort of like Nuggs, he couldn't recall. It had been a while since he saw the piglet after all... maybe the color was off, maybe he was the wrong shade of pink but it looked like Nugget from the first time he'd bought the pig for his star. And Angel's birthday was coming up, wasn't it?
A few bucks later and one of the clean up crew had placed the pig on Angel's bed when they had come in to clean the room for the day while the spider was out. ]
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Hey birthday boi | backdated to the 1st?
Date: 2024-04-04 03:23 am (UTC)Maybe he's been feeling a little sentimental really. All this running around grabbing territory for the Vees, climbing his way back to the top, it's gotten him thinking of the old days. The old days when Angel's birthday was a large extravagant affair involving dinner at a fancy restaurant or a night of drinking at a club they never went to, being showered in elaborate gifts, ending in the moth's bed where for one particular night, he wasn't going to be *too* rough. The kind of thing that drew Angel in, probably. How much of it was real, how much of it was an act, who knows? Eventually, those birthday dates mellowed down to him leaving presents in Angel's dressing room and a thick wad of cash as well as Val leaving him alone for the day. A sure sign of his favorite's fall from grace.
Today apparently, was no exception. Not quite feeling sentimental enough to take him out but at least enough so to give him a gift less rooted in its price tag and more of a memory. He'd given him the pig back home, maybe it was only right he give him another one. ]
Get yourself something nice Angie
[ Of course he's sent over some funds... it's a given by now. At least he remembered? ]
i'm gonna cry lmao
Date: 2024-04-05 02:21 am (UTC)But sometimes, some moments, that birthday a few decades back when Angel's first big-budget porno had broke streaming records, when they were drowning in money and he woke up on April 1st to find a teensy-tiny little demon pig nuzzling into his hair -- sometimes Angel could make himself believe Val really cared. That it was good, them together. Powerful and famous and wealthy and untouchable. On top of the world.
Maybe that's why he doesn't immediately throw the plush out. Maybe he misses the real little pig so damn much he's willing to settle for a stuffed replacement. Maybe he's thinking of the old days too. Whatever the reason, Angel tucks the Nuggets plush under his chin and sends the usual message back to Val --] 💖
yay sentiment!
Date: 2024-04-06 08:57 am (UTC)Emotions are... complicated and weird between them.
He was out that day with Velvette, sourcing things for their new HQ when he'd caught sight of the pig. It looked sort of like Nuggs, he couldn't recall. It had been a while since he saw the piglet after all... maybe the color was off, maybe he was the wrong shade of pink but it looked like Nugget from the first time he'd bought the pig for his star. And Angel's birthday was coming up, wasn't it?
A few bucks later and one of the clean up crew had placed the pig on Angel's bed when they had come in to clean the room for the day while the spider was out. ]
Just still looking out for mine here, baby