Blood Thinner

Chapter 3: Watch Me Work

*Chapter 3*

Familiarizing yearning Velvet became a bigger challenge than it should've been.

Taking Angel's ominously vague update on her to heart, Veneer truly did try to keep her from his thoughts for however long he'd been there. However, that warning also told him more than could bear to hear, that is — they'd be separated for an indefinite amount of time. The subtle implication that she wasn't doing well whispered itself along the lines, but not loud enough to confirm death or serious injury. Just that she's alive and not enjoying herself, and to be real, neither was he.

Did they paint her as a monster she'd already done that herself? Fed her she wouldn't have accepted it, she needed to keep her slim figure? Did...she miss him of course she didn't, she tried to kill him?

That among other things made prison life that much harder and he wasn't even tried yet.

The only thing that made this peasant life even slightly bearable was Angel making it easier. Between the 'real' food, conversations, and helping him form alliances with others — Angel helped ease the hard blows when those said prisoners brought up how much of a monster he was by explaining that Velvet manipulated him and he had no backbone, which earned him some sweet pity points — the only thing keeping him from getting on his fragile knees and begging for execution was the possibility of breaking Velvet's heart it really wouldn't bother her since she didn't have a heart anyway.

Angel also had access to his phone because of good behavior, and he was more than happy to offer Veneer the chance to look at the media to see what was being said.

He couldn't have refused any faster.

So now, without any contact to the outside world by his accord, Veneer sat idly in his cell with the magnificent company of a nail file. That by itself made his life so much better because...let's be honest, his self-care routine went down the drain as soon as he got arrested and he knew he looked like a recovering drug-addict of a mess. At least let his cuticles look presentable.

In the middle of examining his freshly made nails, ghostly echoes of footsteps tip-toed to his quarters. The sparkly silver file (XOXO Angel) stopped moving to make the faint conversation clearer for the diva.

"I can't believe I have to defend them for something like this, let alone something they already confessed." This female voice in particular showed some clear understandable distaste for something — something so sour that it felt wrong rolling off the tongue.

The next was a more familiar voice of a guard, although Veneer couldn't care enough to learn a name for him. "While I agree that defending these two is literally a lose-lose situation...keep in mind only one of them confessed. The challenge is getting that brat to do the same." He emphasizes, followed by the female letting out the most bullshit scoff-and-laugh combo she could. "They're both monsters, yeah, but you can't sit there and tell me the girl isn't clearly the one who overthrew Satan and isn't planning on stepping down. She's not confessing, and she's more wolf than woman."

"That's dumb, anyway. He already stated their offenses in front of everyone that stupidly worshiped them. If the pushover spoke for both of them, there's no reason for me to fight over the girl."

"She also has added charges as of the night of arrest, Brielle." Ah, so that's her name. "Aggravated assault on not only her brother but apparently she fucked around and got into some...altercations when she recovered and got throw into her prison. If nothing else, we have video evidence of all instances to at least lock her ass up for a long time."

Brielle hummed. "You're making it really hard to defend them right now."

"To be fair, no one is really expecting you to. Just know that narcissistic brat isn't going down without a fight."