[Oh. Oh, this is dangerous. Because Husk smiles like that and Angel's whole body goes warm and dizzied and alight with how much he wants to keep him smiling, just like that. It's not like the compulsion from Val's deal, from the invisible chain that keeps Angel tied to the studio, to his work. It's a longing so acute that Angel would, in that instant, do anything Husk said. Anything he wanted. Anything.
Swallowing hard, Angel knows he shouldn't tilt his head into Husk's hand. He shouldn't smile back, soft and aching and too tired to hide how fond he is. He shouldn't do this.] No. Ya didn't. There's a whole lot ya haven't said. I'd listen, yaknow.
[One hand reaches out slowly, finger hooking under one of Husk's suspenders, a gentle, almost reverent touch, sliding down the strap in a slow, careful motion. It's not Angel's usual move of draping himself all over Husk, melodramatic and over-the-top. His knuckle just barely grazes the bartender's fur, this time, yet it feels like an electric shock.] For example...if'n ya told me to go to bed, I'd go. But if'n ya didn't... [Angel's eyes lift, catching Husk's again.] I'd stay here. Long as ya let me.
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Date: 2024-04-08 03:19 am (UTC)Swallowing hard, Angel knows he shouldn't tilt his head into Husk's hand. He shouldn't smile back, soft and aching and too tired to hide how fond he is. He shouldn't do this.] No. Ya didn't. There's a whole lot ya haven't said. I'd listen, yaknow.
[One hand reaches out slowly, finger hooking under one of Husk's suspenders, a gentle, almost reverent touch, sliding down the strap in a slow, careful motion. It's not Angel's usual move of draping himself all over Husk, melodramatic and over-the-top. His knuckle just barely grazes the bartender's fur, this time, yet it feels like an electric shock.] For example...if'n ya told me to go to bed, I'd go. But if'n ya didn't... [Angel's eyes lift, catching Husk's again.] I'd stay here. Long as ya let me.