[Husk means every word, naturally. He's one for brutal honesty regardless, but he says these things to Angel with no expectation they will lead him anywhere. They're not a prelude to get him into bed, unlike those other slimy fuckers - it's enough for Husk that he gets to tell Angel this at all. He clocks the blush and his nose wrinkles in amusement- fuckin' adorable.
He wishes he could throw caution completely to the wind. He wishes they could just... fuck off and never look back. But their respective owners will always find them. Hell, Alastor can summon Husk to his side with a snap of his fuckin' fingers. Just doing whatever the fuck they want is so enticing, but ultimately impossible. Husk can only let so much optimism into his crusty old heart and he's about hit his limit letting Angel kiss him.
Truth be told, he's not even that worried about what Alastor would to do him. He's been threatened with the total destruction of his soul more times than he care count. He knows one day Alastor will tire of whatever made him spare Husk's life above the other Overlords he toppled and that will be the end of it. It's painfully inevitable. But god, if he isn't terrified about what Alastor might do to Angel. What lengths the Radio Demon would go to, to snuff out the one spark of happiness Husk has dared to find.
Angel rests his head against Husk's again and it honestly feels so nice, like being enveloped in a comfortable blanket. His chest rumbles for a brief moment as a few purrs escape- something he tries to cover up with a cleared throat and a snort of laughter at Angel's words. ]
Fuckin' smooth. [Yes he will call it out. He gives Angel's hand a squeeze- a few months ago such an invitation would have been cause for an immediate rebuttal. Not now though.] ...Yeah, that's prolly a good idea. Don't need no one gawking at us.
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Date: 2024-04-21 06:59 pm (UTC)He wishes he could throw caution completely to the wind. He wishes they could just... fuck off and never look back. But their respective owners will always find them. Hell, Alastor can summon Husk to his side with a snap of his fuckin' fingers. Just doing whatever the fuck they want is so enticing, but ultimately impossible. Husk can only let so much optimism into his crusty old heart and he's about hit his limit letting Angel kiss him.
Truth be told, he's not even that worried about what Alastor would to do him. He's been threatened with the total destruction of his soul more times than he care count. He knows one day Alastor will tire of whatever made him spare Husk's life above the other Overlords he toppled and that will be the end of it. It's painfully inevitable. But god, if he isn't terrified about what Alastor might do to Angel. What lengths the Radio Demon would go to, to snuff out the one spark of happiness Husk has dared to find.
Angel rests his head against Husk's again and it honestly feels so nice, like being enveloped in a comfortable blanket. His chest rumbles for a brief moment as a few purrs escape- something he tries to cover up with a cleared throat and a snort of laughter at Angel's words. ]
Fuckin' smooth. [Yes he will call it out. He gives Angel's hand a squeeze- a few months ago such an invitation would have been cause for an immediate rebuttal. Not now though.] ...Yeah, that's prolly a good idea. Don't need no one gawking at us.