sophrosyne; h. hotel

𝟏𝟐 | 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 (𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒)

In the Vees tower, Valentino and Velvette have staged an intervention.

When the third Vee walks into the living room, he immediately knows what is going on, attempting to retreat backwards through the still-open door.

Velvette springs up from the couch, slamming the door, dragging him over, and forcing him down into a chair.

"Vox, we need to talk." Her voice is blunt as she speaks to her coworker, her British accent thick.

The TV-headed overlord grimaces at her. "Vel, sweetheart, I don't see why—"

Valentino glares at him from his seat on the couch, his long fish-netted legs stretched out in front of him. He looks like a giraffe.

In Vox's opinion, he looks like a moody and somehow still sexy giraffe.

"Baby, sit down." Val says, his voice smooth, like velvet, but still glaring at Vox.

Vox reluctantly sits down, eyes narrowing at them both.

"Okay, what's this all about?"

Velvette giggles. "Darkling, we need to talk about Aria."

Valentino snaps his head around to look at her.

"What?? You said this was about me getting to see Voxxy more!"

"Yeah, well, I lied." Velvette rolls her eyes.

Vox hissed through his teeth. "We are not talking about my relationships!" He yelled.

Velvette chuckles. "Yeah, no. We are now."

The suit-wearing sinner places a hand on Vel's arm.

"Velvette... we are NOT talking about my girlfriend right now. Now—"

Vox stands up, but Velvette pushes him right back down.

"Nope. You and Aria need to break up."

"What?!?" Vox growls.

A sulking Valentino chimes in from his seat. "Yes, she's ruining your mood."

"Plus, every time we have sex, you yell her name. It's getting very annoying, Voxxy~"

Vox chokes as Velvette snickers.

Calming himself down, Vox responds. "Me and Aria are not breaking up. I don't get why you two have to get involved anyway—"

Standing up, Valentino points his finger at Vox. "Because she is ruining the mood! You've been all annoying since she tried to dump you."

Velvette glares at them both. "And because," she says, "Aria's miserable. And you bloody assholes won't let her leave either of your fucked up relationships with her. Which isn't even how that works!"

Both of the bloody assholes chuckle.

"Velvette. I'm not breaking up with her."

"Babydoll, you think I'd release someone contracted to me?"

The pony-tailed overlord hits Valentino in the arm. "Don't call me that, arsehole."

Vox snickers. "Vel. It's two against three. Val's not gonna release her and I'm not gonna let her break up with me. There."

"Um," Velvette says, "that's really not how it works—"

Just then, Vox happens to look at the camera on the wall that runs a constant view of Aria's phone screen.

She's texting someone.

Vox's hands, both resting on the arms of his seat, clench, his claws digging into the material, as he reads the messages.