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Lines of Data - 50 Sentences of Vox
Character: Vox
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentioned sex and violence.
Speak
After he got out of the labs, he had a stutter, one that he could only control when the girl of his dreams wanted to listen to him ramble; now no one will ever know about any of it.
Touch
Oh, how he wanted more, while still being scared when it was someone else instigating contact.
Memory
When one became too much for him, he removed it from himself and put it somewhere safe, but removed (to mute, separate, consolidate, delete, rewrite).
Vanilla
Velvette's hands on his, her tutting over his skin being too perfect despite him not taking care of it, and the faint smell of vanilla from the lotion she spread over his palms.
Chocolate
It melted on his tongue in a way he had forgotten chocolate could melt; in a way it could only melt when someone else placed it on his tongue.
Ways and Means
The ends justified the means--and the end was that Vox deserved everything he'd had taken away from him.
Belief
He was good and believed in God, despite knowing he would always go to Hell; he was good and tried to believe in God, until they sent him overseas.
Linger
It had been so long since this sort of touch hadn't caused him to flinch, but Valentino's hands were perfect as they stayed just long enough for him to crave, but not long enough for him to fear.
Luminance
The eyes on him for his voice, his face, his presence, had to be what he'd wanted more than anything else he'd ever had in life (right?).
Ornament
After he gifted them to her, Velvette wore them all the time, and he wondered at his luck at finding an immediate piece of jewelry she would like in comparison to how Val would eventually place most of those gifts aside.
Coup de foudre
It struck twice: once, while he was a boy who didn't know what to do with the sudden need to possess every inch of her fire, and twice, when he saw Valentino on stage and felt the same jolt with the same inability to process exactly how to react to such intense desire.
Archway
Stepping into his new tower, Vox felt like he had entered a new stage of his life; a stage he would share with Valentino until the end of eternity.
Fate
The number three had been foisted upon him, but as he watched Velvette banter with Val like she'd been doing it for decades, he couldn't imagine that the Vees were meant to be anything other than a trio.
Pulse
He didn't have a hearts, so he didn't have a regular pulse in Hell, but what he had substituted for it still went faster when Valentino drew near.
Envelope
They were wasted, first as he never sent the letters, then as paper went by the wayside.
Cold
Vox's office had to be cold to make up for the heat of the servers (and of him when he ran too hot).
Need
Vox had always needed people, he knew it, it hurt, but he would give anything to be the most important person in anyone’s life.
Drunk
Without taking a sip, he felt the fuzz in his head and the sway of the world, just from the look Valentino gave him from the bed.
Mask
He was certain his mask didn't slip this much earlier in his afterlife, or, at least, not as much as it was now.
Rose
They were so many people’s favourite flowers, but while Alastor had preferred them on the bush, Val wanted them in hand—thorns and all.
Two
He had come to hate the number two, because in life getting to three had taken so much out of him--so why had he fought Valentino so hard at the thought of turning the Vees into more?
Fresh
It was the scent of chemicals so fresh, the scent which had removed unwanted flesh from his new body, and a fresh start as he began building himself towards perfection.
Bribe
How was it, to bribe Val to listen to him in the first place, that he had to receive a blow job?
Error
The glitches didn't happen as often until he upgraded himself, as if to remind him he wasn't meant to be more than flesh.
Appetite
The first kill was an accident which had sickened him, but when he returned home, he wanted more and more; the people at home were easy to kill and they deserved it.
Refrain
Hell made them sing, but Vox could make his own refrains; he could sing whenever he wanted, and he was on top of the world.
Family
This was the family he had so wanted, but if he ever told them such, he knew he would lose it forever.
Grieve
Sometimes the loss of Vespa struck him so hard he would reel, and it was never at an appropriate time to conceal it with anything other than a lame excuse he knew people didn't believe.
Vapor
He had worked for a scientist long enough that when vapor poured out from Velvette’s brewing chambers, he would close off ventilation to the rest of the tower and push it outside (but he wouldn’t worry, because Velvette would be fine).
Tea
Tea wasn't his favourite thing, but when he sat across from Velvette and they both worked, he didn't mind when she replaced his coffee with her newest blend (as long as she wasn't drugging him--again).
Medicine
Everything changed when Velvette began drugging him without his consent—and despite saying there was nothing wrong with him, he could feel the difference (and it felt better).
Moth
Val was his moth: his desire, his ground, his sky, his world; and Vox wished he could always remember his desperate need to give Val everything in the world.
Perfect
Year by year, Vox cut away his imperfections until he slowly became the man he knew he should have been from the moment he Fell.
Rope
On the days when things were hardest, he thought about fashioning a rope from his tie, but the idea he would still have his face attached, his face recognizable, when he died stopped him.
Wind
It wasn't that there was no wind in Hell, but it certainly wasn't the same as it had been in life--it carried a taint which stuck to the back of his tongue.
Crossroads
He came across it too often, that potential, the desire to make a choice he knew would ruin everything, but as long as Vox could keep the worst of his brainworms to himself (mute, separate, consolidate, delete, rewrite) he could stay on his current path now with the people who had come to mean the most to him.
Summer
He laid her out under the tree and on his jacket while he made love to her in ways which would get him arrested (but she urged him on with thighs and nails, and he was in love).
Candy
Velvette would bring him a new idea he had never considered in all his (after)life, which would birth a new product in Hell that Hellborns could never themselves imagine, a product even he wanted to devour like cotton candy.
Photograph
Vox had always considered himself a good photographer, but after Velvette joined he could see himself improving--both to impress her and to see her smile.
Spoon
The injury had to heal, despite the angelic steel, and Vox's shaky hands would cup more water to Val's lips, as that was the only way to make him drink.
Forest
The trees began to dwindle in Pentagram City, so Vox started his own forest right inside his own tower (it was for himself as much as it was for Val).
Mirror
At least in Hell he finally had a head he could look at in the mirror, for he had come to hate his face so much in life he had so many times tried to separate it from his body.
Smoke
Inside and out, up and down, he drowned in red, and it was both laughter of pleasure and cruelty which encompassed his soul and never let go.
Shine
Vox hadn't thought anyone could shine as brightly as Valentino had on stage--until Velvette had three costume changes in ten minutes in a way only he had ever done for TV, making him wonder if it was possible to be platonically smitten.
Balloon
The sensation was lost; he tried to run his hand over the elastic and he immediately popped it with his claws, because there were no such things as finger pads anymore (but he had chosen this).
Vine
There were no vines outside his window, but a tree, and the girl had managed to climb it to tell him hello when no one had bothered with him for such a long time.
Butterfly
He asked her if butterflies weren't supposed to be the beautiful ones, and she talked for so long about moths that he couldn't remember what butterflies were supposed to look like.
Gloves
There wasn't a single pair of gloves he could put on these fingers, but he had also not given himself fingerprints, and why would he want to remove himself from even more feeling?
Venom
It ran through his body, not through his veins and throat as it did for others, but into his eyes and in every spark between his synapses.
Remain
Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had stayed, if he had forced her to remain by his side, if they had fought to live until old age together instead of drifting apart.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentioned sex and violence.
Speak
After he got out of the labs, he had a stutter, one that he could only control when the girl of his dreams wanted to listen to him ramble; now no one will ever know about any of it.
Touch
Oh, how he wanted more, while still being scared when it was someone else instigating contact.
Memory
When one became too much for him, he removed it from himself and put it somewhere safe, but removed (to mute, separate, consolidate, delete, rewrite).
Vanilla
Velvette's hands on his, her tutting over his skin being too perfect despite him not taking care of it, and the faint smell of vanilla from the lotion she spread over his palms.
Chocolate
It melted on his tongue in a way he had forgotten chocolate could melt; in a way it could only melt when someone else placed it on his tongue.
Ways and Means
The ends justified the means--and the end was that Vox deserved everything he'd had taken away from him.
Belief
He was good and believed in God, despite knowing he would always go to Hell; he was good and tried to believe in God, until they sent him overseas.
Linger
It had been so long since this sort of touch hadn't caused him to flinch, but Valentino's hands were perfect as they stayed just long enough for him to crave, but not long enough for him to fear.
Luminance
The eyes on him for his voice, his face, his presence, had to be what he'd wanted more than anything else he'd ever had in life (right?).
Ornament
After he gifted them to her, Velvette wore them all the time, and he wondered at his luck at finding an immediate piece of jewelry she would like in comparison to how Val would eventually place most of those gifts aside.
Coup de foudre
It struck twice: once, while he was a boy who didn't know what to do with the sudden need to possess every inch of her fire, and twice, when he saw Valentino on stage and felt the same jolt with the same inability to process exactly how to react to such intense desire.
Archway
Stepping into his new tower, Vox felt like he had entered a new stage of his life; a stage he would share with Valentino until the end of eternity.
Fate
The number three had been foisted upon him, but as he watched Velvette banter with Val like she'd been doing it for decades, he couldn't imagine that the Vees were meant to be anything other than a trio.
Pulse
He didn't have a hearts, so he didn't have a regular pulse in Hell, but what he had substituted for it still went faster when Valentino drew near.
Envelope
They were wasted, first as he never sent the letters, then as paper went by the wayside.
Cold
Vox's office had to be cold to make up for the heat of the servers (and of him when he ran too hot).
Need
Vox had always needed people, he knew it, it hurt, but he would give anything to be the most important person in anyone’s life.
Drunk
Without taking a sip, he felt the fuzz in his head and the sway of the world, just from the look Valentino gave him from the bed.
Mask
He was certain his mask didn't slip this much earlier in his afterlife, or, at least, not as much as it was now.
Rose
They were so many people’s favourite flowers, but while Alastor had preferred them on the bush, Val wanted them in hand—thorns and all.
Two
He had come to hate the number two, because in life getting to three had taken so much out of him--so why had he fought Valentino so hard at the thought of turning the Vees into more?
Fresh
It was the scent of chemicals so fresh, the scent which had removed unwanted flesh from his new body, and a fresh start as he began building himself towards perfection.
Bribe
How was it, to bribe Val to listen to him in the first place, that he had to receive a blow job?
Error
The glitches didn't happen as often until he upgraded himself, as if to remind him he wasn't meant to be more than flesh.
Appetite
The first kill was an accident which had sickened him, but when he returned home, he wanted more and more; the people at home were easy to kill and they deserved it.
Refrain
Hell made them sing, but Vox could make his own refrains; he could sing whenever he wanted, and he was on top of the world.
Family
This was the family he had so wanted, but if he ever told them such, he knew he would lose it forever.
Grieve
Sometimes the loss of Vespa struck him so hard he would reel, and it was never at an appropriate time to conceal it with anything other than a lame excuse he knew people didn't believe.
Vapor
He had worked for a scientist long enough that when vapor poured out from Velvette’s brewing chambers, he would close off ventilation to the rest of the tower and push it outside (but he wouldn’t worry, because Velvette would be fine).
Tea
Tea wasn't his favourite thing, but when he sat across from Velvette and they both worked, he didn't mind when she replaced his coffee with her newest blend (as long as she wasn't drugging him--again).
Medicine
Everything changed when Velvette began drugging him without his consent—and despite saying there was nothing wrong with him, he could feel the difference (and it felt better).
Moth
Val was his moth: his desire, his ground, his sky, his world; and Vox wished he could always remember his desperate need to give Val everything in the world.
Perfect
Year by year, Vox cut away his imperfections until he slowly became the man he knew he should have been from the moment he Fell.
Rope
On the days when things were hardest, he thought about fashioning a rope from his tie, but the idea he would still have his face attached, his face recognizable, when he died stopped him.
Wind
It wasn't that there was no wind in Hell, but it certainly wasn't the same as it had been in life--it carried a taint which stuck to the back of his tongue.
Crossroads
He came across it too often, that potential, the desire to make a choice he knew would ruin everything, but as long as Vox could keep the worst of his brainworms to himself (mute, separate, consolidate, delete, rewrite) he could stay on his current path now with the people who had come to mean the most to him.
Summer
He laid her out under the tree and on his jacket while he made love to her in ways which would get him arrested (but she urged him on with thighs and nails, and he was in love).
Candy
Velvette would bring him a new idea he had never considered in all his (after)life, which would birth a new product in Hell that Hellborns could never themselves imagine, a product even he wanted to devour like cotton candy.
Photograph
Vox had always considered himself a good photographer, but after Velvette joined he could see himself improving--both to impress her and to see her smile.
Spoon
The injury had to heal, despite the angelic steel, and Vox's shaky hands would cup more water to Val's lips, as that was the only way to make him drink.
Forest
The trees began to dwindle in Pentagram City, so Vox started his own forest right inside his own tower (it was for himself as much as it was for Val).
Mirror
At least in Hell he finally had a head he could look at in the mirror, for he had come to hate his face so much in life he had so many times tried to separate it from his body.
Smoke
Inside and out, up and down, he drowned in red, and it was both laughter of pleasure and cruelty which encompassed his soul and never let go.
Shine
Vox hadn't thought anyone could shine as brightly as Valentino had on stage--until Velvette had three costume changes in ten minutes in a way only he had ever done for TV, making him wonder if it was possible to be platonically smitten.
Balloon
The sensation was lost; he tried to run his hand over the elastic and he immediately popped it with his claws, because there were no such things as finger pads anymore (but he had chosen this).
Vine
There were no vines outside his window, but a tree, and the girl had managed to climb it to tell him hello when no one had bothered with him for such a long time.
Butterfly
He asked her if butterflies weren't supposed to be the beautiful ones, and she talked for so long about moths that he couldn't remember what butterflies were supposed to look like.
Gloves
There wasn't a single pair of gloves he could put on these fingers, but he had also not given himself fingerprints, and why would he want to remove himself from even more feeling?
Venom
It ran through his body, not through his veins and throat as it did for others, but into his eyes and in every spark between his synapses.
Remain
Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had stayed, if he had forced her to remain by his side, if they had fought to live until old age together instead of drifting apart.