[It's insane. It's insane and stupid and so, so not a good idea, even more so than moving into the Hotel had been from the get-go. Angel had done it because -- because he needed something different, needed a cheap place away from Valentino for just a few goddamn days, weeks, maybe a month if he was lucky. And then every chucklefuck under that leaky roof had squirmed their way into whatever was left of his soul.
There's another of those wheezy, weary laughs, and Angel tilts his head, smiles crooked and fond down at Husk.] Says the fella wearin' suspenders and a bowtie. Pretty sure you're the picture of class, Kittycat~ [After sixteen-ish hours spent being touched (and touched and touched and touched), it seems impossible that that slight brush of Husk's thumb, the graze of his claw through Angel's fluff, against his back should be felt at all. But it's electrifying, making the sinner shiver all over, eyes widening a bit, locking with Husk's.
There's something -- right there, not in Angel's head, not his imagination, it's something both of them have been tiptoeing around for weeks now -- and they're on the very edge of it. One move, from either of them, and they'll fall head over heels into something so dangerous and wonderful and impossible that Angel can't make himself look away. He swallows hard, doesn't move a muscle, doesn't want to break that tiny point of contact.] Didja? Just for lil ol' me?
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Date: 2024-04-02 02:00 am (UTC)There's another of those wheezy, weary laughs, and Angel tilts his head, smiles crooked and fond down at Husk.] Says the fella wearin' suspenders and a bowtie. Pretty sure you're the picture of class, Kittycat~ [After sixteen-ish hours spent being touched (and touched and touched and touched), it seems impossible that that slight brush of Husk's thumb, the graze of his claw through Angel's fluff, against his back should be felt at all. But it's electrifying, making the sinner shiver all over, eyes widening a bit, locking with Husk's.
There's something -- right there, not in Angel's head, not his imagination, it's something both of them have been tiptoeing around for weeks now -- and they're on the very edge of it. One move, from either of them, and they'll fall head over heels into something so dangerous and wonderful and impossible that Angel can't make himself look away. He swallows hard, doesn't move a muscle, doesn't want to break that tiny point of contact.] Didja? Just for lil ol' me?