[It had seemed so insurmountable in his mind, the possibility of this -- of kissing someone not for the camera, not because he had to, not because he was high out of his mind on Love Potion, but because he wanted to -- that Angel's a little surprised when the afterlife doesn't come to a screeching halt. Nothing happens. Nothing breaks. Nothing falls apart because he did something for himself, for someone else, someone who wasn't Val.
It's enough that he actually laughs a little when he pulls away to breathe, just enough for that, forehead resting against Husk's, wanting to stay in that fuzzy, whiskey-flavored warmth as long as he can. Somehow one of his hands had drifted to Husk's shoulder, another still on his face, another still curled around one of his suspenders. The benefits of having so many limbs.
One more is still pressing the ice in place, and when Angel leans forward, it twinges his bad shoulder and he winces a little, gritting his teeth, brought back to the real world.] Fuck, I -- sorry. Sorry. [He looks up, clarity seeping in, fear and unease and anxiety building like a roiling storm. Angel remembers where they are, who they are, how -- impossible this is. Part of him is waiting for Husk to realize it, to shove him away.]
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Date: 2024-04-15 12:37 am (UTC)It's enough that he actually laughs a little when he pulls away to breathe, just enough for that, forehead resting against Husk's, wanting to stay in that fuzzy, whiskey-flavored warmth as long as he can. Somehow one of his hands had drifted to Husk's shoulder, another still on his face, another still curled around one of his suspenders. The benefits of having so many limbs.
One more is still pressing the ice in place, and when Angel leans forward, it twinges his bad shoulder and he winces a little, gritting his teeth, brought back to the real world.] Fuck, I -- sorry. Sorry. [He looks up, clarity seeping in, fear and unease and anxiety building like a roiling storm. Angel remembers where they are, who they are, how -- impossible this is. Part of him is waiting for Husk to realize it, to shove him away.]