[Husk is no stranger to not being able to have what he wants. That's been his existence since he gambled with his own soul and Alastor slammed that collar around his neck. He wears disappointment, acceptance that he isn't allowed to chase his own happiness and desires with a tired acknowledgement that it cannot ever get any better. His good days are done, and he pissed them away with booze and gambling, not knowing they were numbered.
But this... this closeness to Angel- this thing that has been quietly and steadily growing between them since that night on the filthy streets... this is something he wants. Desperately. Being around Angel makes him feel comfortable and happy in a way he honestly thought Alastor had squashed out of him. He didn't think he could feel like this again, and now he is, he doesn't want to lose it. Losing it feels like... losing something precious. Something he doesn't think he could ever replace.
There's fear too, of course. His pupils dilate as Angel's hand cups his cheek. He sees the fear in Angel's expression and he understands it. If Valentino or Alastor were to catch them, they would be dead. Maybe even worse than dead. Neither Overlord were especially known for their capacity for mercy. It would be horrific and painful and they'd suffer for it. But they've opened this door a crack now, they both know what's behind it. There's no denying that anymore, no matter how hard they deny or try and cover it up. Wouldn't it be worse suffering to step away from this precipice and pretend like it wasn't there at all? Wouldn't that be a slower, longer death than whatever Alastor or Valentino could dole out to them?
Wouldn't it be better to at least give themselves a sliver of a chance to be happy than be miserable and probably end up dead at their respective master's hands when they run out of use anyway? Enjoy what they can before the inevitable end?
Husk turns his head in Angel's hand, his lips brushing against the other demon's palm. It's not firm, not lecherous, it's the tiniest of feather-light actions. Laughingly gentlemanly for two literal demons living in literal Hell. Husk turns his attention back to Angel, his voice low and deep, firm despite the anxiety about all of this.]
I don't want you to stop.
[Simple and honest. He really doesn't. Despite everything, despite all the odds against them... he'd like to bet on this. Them. ]
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But this... this closeness to Angel- this thing that has been quietly and steadily growing between them since that night on the filthy streets... this is something he wants. Desperately. Being around Angel makes him feel comfortable and happy in a way he honestly thought Alastor had squashed out of him. He didn't think he could feel like this again, and now he is, he doesn't want to lose it. Losing it feels like... losing something precious. Something he doesn't think he could ever replace.
There's fear too, of course. His pupils dilate as Angel's hand cups his cheek. He sees the fear in Angel's expression and he understands it. If Valentino or Alastor were to catch them, they would be dead. Maybe even worse than dead. Neither Overlord were especially known for their capacity for mercy. It would be horrific and painful and they'd suffer for it. But they've opened this door a crack now, they both know what's behind it. There's no denying that anymore, no matter how hard they deny or try and cover it up. Wouldn't it be worse suffering to step away from this precipice and pretend like it wasn't there at all? Wouldn't that be a slower, longer death than whatever Alastor or Valentino could dole out to them?
Wouldn't it be better to at least give themselves a sliver of a chance to be happy than be miserable and probably end up dead at their respective master's hands when they run out of use anyway? Enjoy what they can before the inevitable end?
Husk turns his head in Angel's hand, his lips brushing against the other demon's palm. It's not firm, not lecherous, it's the tiniest of feather-light actions. Laughingly gentlemanly for two literal demons living in literal Hell. Husk turns his attention back to Angel, his voice low and deep, firm despite the anxiety about all of this.]
I don't want you to stop.
[Simple and honest. He really doesn't. Despite everything, despite all the odds against them... he'd like to bet on this. Them. ]