[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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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