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As annoying as Vox could be on film nights ( and let’s not even bring up sports matches) Velvette still enjoyed these types of nights, when they would all spend time together and watch something on a flat-screen 85-inch TV that was not , unfortunately, Vox’s head.
Even if Valentino was not always paying attention - and if he was, he was probably making some dirty joke or admiring an actor’s ass - and Vox was constantly making remarks about plot holes and historical inaccuracies in a rather loud matter, some of the fondest memories of the three misfits were made right there, on that weirdly shaped couch Valentino had bought a long time ago.
Velvette usually played the role of the teen who couldn’t care less about the movie they were watching, who’d rather spend her time scrolling on Voxtagram, looking at what other bad bitches like her were posting. This wasn’t too different from how she acted in her human life, except that she was more of a Tumblr gal back then (as much as she morphed and liked modern-day Voxtagram culture, she was still a 2014 Tumblr Girl at heart).
She didn’t usually like to do this. Reminiscing her life while alive was something that always simply brought her nothing but heartbreak. Sure, she could think back on her relationship with her parents, and how that went to shit, just like everything else in her life did, but would that solve anything? The most her parents ever did for her was immigrate to a country that still ended up being a shithole, where her life was so fucking awesome that she didn’t even get to reach 25. Fuck, now she wished she could have gotten old enough to start worrying about buying anti-ageing skin care products.
But you know what? Fuck them, fuck her friends who probably had steady jobs by now and fuck her ex who never got along with her parents anyway.
She had new people who were by her side now; people who were all objectively pretty fucked up and a few decades older than her, but they actually cared about her (whatever that means in hell). Not like all those backstabbing bitches from her past life.
At first, it took her a while to wrap her head around the idea that both Vox and Valentino could have been her … grandparents (?) great-grandparents…? She was never good at math to be honest.
There were small moments in which Vox mostly would drop the smallest detail about something from his human life, yet it was always shit that Velvette didn’t really catch. The last thing he ever mentioned was about some McCarthy guy…?
Valentino, on the other hand, never brought up anything related to what he did before he ended up a half-blind moth thing. Velvette once tried asking Vox about it, yet he only replied that Val wasn’t that much different as a human than he was now.
Why was she even thinking about those two fuckers now anyway? They weren’t her… dads or anything. They were just friends; who happened to live together (that was just more convenient for business!), work together and even sometimes open up to eachother (yet that was rare, coming from any of them).
Yet, the more she thought of it, the more their entire dynamic seemed to resemble a family. Vox and Val were basically married(?), or something along the lines of that, and well… Velvette would be lying if she said she didn’t occasionally consider herself their daughter.
Maybe what made it so hard to accept it was the different attitudes the two had towards her, compared to her actual parents, which had always been… pretty strict to say the least. But still, what the fuck, girl?! She was 23, she had no reason to be drawing mental kindergarten drawings of her and Vox and Valentino as a family. She should be at the club!
All this identity crisis dilemma was really getting to Velvette’s head. She decided to just watch whatever she found on Voxflix for a while before finally heading to her room to sleep. Vox and Val were most likely still going at it, and she really didn’t want to hear them.
*
She woke up about 2 hours later, episodes of The Real Housewives of the Pride Ring still rolling. She shut off the TV and tidied the table a bit so that everything wouldn’t be a mess tomorrow. As she was cleaning up, she couldn’t help but think about all the extermination bullshit that went on today. Her head was still spinning just thinking about everything, Adam, Lucifer, that Alastor guy… Whatever, this was really pissing her off now.
She headed to her bedroom, dragging the blanket she used to cover herself on the couch with her. As she was about to open the door to her room, a bright light shined from the end of the hallway. Velvette flinched and whipped her head to where the light was coming from. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her to relax once she realised it was just Vox’s bigass luminescent head.
As he approached her, he lowered his brightness.
“Velvette, you’re going to sleep now, or?” She could tell Vox was tired too, as all his weird excitement from when they were watching the extermination died down. He was in some makeshift night robe too.
Before Velvette could even muster a venomous reply about how she didn’t want to hear them fucking (this whole opening up to people thing was still weird to her, okay? Besides, the two weren’t that much better at it either), Vox said something again “I’m sorry if we kept you up or anything, you know how Val is sometimes.”, he let out a slight chuckle as he said the last part.
“But whatever, believe me or not, I was just telling him all of this. We’re really gonna climb even higher up the ranks in the future, I’m telling you. I can… I can see it or whatever.” Vox looked somewhere in the distance as he said that, seemingly scheming already.
Maybe something truly evil possessed Velvette in that moment, since she actually chose to indulge Vox instead of telling him to piss off since she was tired as fuck “I’m sure it will, Vox. That’s why I trust whatever plans you have.” She showed him a slight genuine smile.
“Now go back to your princess, I can already hear him crying for you.” She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, giving Vox a dead-pan look.
Vox turned towards her and gave her one of his toothy grins, tho not as exaggerated as his television one. He zapped away quickly.
Velvette sighed as she walked into her room, falling on the bed nearly instantly. After fidgeting a bit more and then finally settling in, a thought crossed her mind right as she was about to nod off to sleep:
I wouldn’t trade these bastards for the entire world.