Yeah. Yeah, that's the deal. [Angel's had the biggest, most powerful movers and shakers in Hell itself telling him how gorgeous he is, how sexy and hot and irresistible, and he's taken it all in stride -- but when Husk says it, when this cranky old-timey catbird bartender calls him charming, says he likes Angel, it's like a bolt right to the hot. He's blushing for fuck's sake, laughing in that genuine, warm way he hasn't in fucking decades.
And when Husk moves a hand, takes Angel's own, and says the truth, the fact that they both need to be aware of, Angel's first instinct is to say who the fuck cares? Let them. Let anyone try to stop this thing that's already soaring free like some kinda goddamn bird. Angel hadn't been able to, nobody in Hell is gonna either.
But Husk is practical, he's a gambler, but he's a good one. He knows all about odds. So Angel has to be smart too, has to be careful. Val would probably just lose his shit and throw a temper tantrum and that'll be that. Angel's dealt with that before. But Alastor could take Husk's entire soul apart, bit by bit, marrow and sinew shredded with deadly precision.] Yeah, you're tellin' me. This is really damn dangerous, Whiskers.
[Then he leans forward, rests his forehead against Husk's again, feeling like he's going to jump out of his skin if he doesn't stay as close as possible.] So, yaknow. We should prolly get behind closed doors. Like...my room or somethin'. [So smooth.]
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Date: 2024-04-21 01:15 am (UTC)And when Husk moves a hand, takes Angel's own, and says the truth, the fact that they both need to be aware of, Angel's first instinct is to say who the fuck cares? Let them. Let anyone try to stop this thing that's already soaring free like some kinda goddamn bird. Angel hadn't been able to, nobody in Hell is gonna either.
But Husk is practical, he's a gambler, but he's a good one. He knows all about odds. So Angel has to be smart too, has to be careful. Val would probably just lose his shit and throw a temper tantrum and that'll be that. Angel's dealt with that before. But Alastor could take Husk's entire soul apart, bit by bit, marrow and sinew shredded with deadly precision.] Yeah, you're tellin' me. This is really damn dangerous, Whiskers.
[Then he leans forward, rests his forehead against Husk's again, feeling like he's going to jump out of his skin if he doesn't stay as close as possible.] So, yaknow. We should prolly get behind closed doors. Like...my room or somethin'. [So smooth.]