vsvendetta (vsvendetta) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-04 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-12, charlotte, valen |
Tonight I dine on turtle soup
Who: Valen, Charlie, Ransom, and Isadora (NPC)
Where: The DRAGANI (none of that hyphenated bullshit, thank you very much) Household
When: Around 7ish, totally casual
Why: Because a stepfather should get to know the boy his stepdaughter is interested in
Isadora had insisted upon something. That fact alone was beginning to irk him, the fact that she thought she could stomp her little foot, hold her breath, and think she could get her way. Still, it was one evening and Valen was more than willing to allow for a calculated win on his loving wife's part...there was no way he wouldn't be able to leverage it into something useful later. So with that in mind he made sure he left the station early today, putting aside that Tommy Welsen case for now. The boy was definitely dead at this point, having turned up only insomuch that his hands and a few of his bones have been located, it's not like he was going to get any deader.
The drive home was fairly uneventful, merely Valen mentally bracing himself for the evening ahead. His profession was one where he not only inspected and studied the most depraved and gory acts of humanity, he often found himself walking in the shoes of sociopaths and STILL it was more preferable to what Isadora wanted to do this evening. Sitting down and having a family dinner, honestly what could be more gag inducing? The answer was obvious, sitting down and having a family dinner with that irritating, halo smuggling little bitch and her idiotic boyfriend. Valen's face already turned into a smug little grin as he walked into his door, already coming up with the appropriate "leverage". It was going to be so much fun sticking it to that dead angel by doing something absolutely depraved to his widow in their bedroom tonight, and who knows? The hallways tend to carry sound, maybe he'd leave the door open a crack and let the little one hear "accidentally". She did so love it when her mother was happy and all.
Those thoughts alone supplied him with enough of a reason to smile as he snuck up behind his wife and slipped her into a loving embrace before cooing into her ear, "Honey, I'm home."