[Angel frowns, reaching up and pressing the ice pack a bit more firmly against his neck and letting out a slow, measured exhale.]
Yeah. She is. Not -- right away, it's always good at the beginnin'. The trips and the parties and the gifts n' stuff. The attention. [Angel's gaze is faraway, haunted, hollow. It takes him a moment to register that Veneer's motioning him closer.
A moment of blinking, then Angel stands slowly, crossing the hotel room to plop onto the bed. It means it's harder to hide how scared he looks. How sick to his stomach.] Then he starts askin' you for more in return. He starts not lettin' you say no. To anything. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how much ya don't wanna.
[Veneer gets a slow, pained twist of a smile, a raw, agonized thing.] You think I wanted to be a porn star? I liked -- music. Like you guys. That's what I wanted.
cw: that moth bitch
Yeah. She is. Not -- right away, it's always good at the beginnin'. The trips and the parties and the gifts n' stuff. The attention. [Angel's gaze is faraway, haunted, hollow. It takes him a moment to register that Veneer's motioning him closer.
A moment of blinking, then Angel stands slowly, crossing the hotel room to plop onto the bed. It means it's harder to hide how scared he looks. How sick to his stomach.] Then he starts askin' you for more in return. He starts not lettin' you say no. To anything. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how much ya don't wanna.
[Veneer gets a slow, pained twist of a smile, a raw, agonized thing.] You think I wanted to be a porn star? I liked -- music. Like you guys. That's what I wanted.