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Date: 2024-04-19 11:15 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] wiseoldbartender
[Angel's laugh pulls one of his own out of Husk- deep and rumbling. His hand curls in a little at the kiss to his pad, the claws brushing carefully through the fuzz on his cheek. The world didn't end, neither of them are double dead for this, it's... fine. Dangerous, he allows a tiny sliver of hope into his chest that maybe, just maybe they'll be allowed to be happy. Just this fuckin' once. ]

S'okay. I didn't mind the wait- it was about damn time you got to decide when you wanted to do something.

[Honestly, Husk understands what a big deal it is that Angel did choose to do this. He could have just as easily not- and Husk would have understood that. He'd have been disappointed, to be certain- but he'd take a little heartbreak over Angel feeling obligated to take that final step any day. He snorts in amusement at the mess comment, reaching up with his free hand to flip up that ridiculous mess of hair on top of Angel's head.]

I told you, I like the mess. It's part of your charm. 'Sides, ain't like I'm much better. We can both be damn messes together. That's the deal, right?

[Being losers. Together. Speaking of... Husk is too much of a realist to ignore the giant, fucking elephant in the room. His feathery brows furrow, the smile fading into his usual despondent tiredness. The hand that had been messing with Angel's hair moves to take a hand, lacing their fingers together in one fluid motion. ]

...They'll fuckin' kill us if they catch us.

[If. Suggesting he isn't planning to just... drop this. He doesn't want to do that. He categorically doesn't do that. ]

We're gonna have to be real fuckin' careful, Legs.

Date: 2024-04-21 06:59 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] wiseoldbartender
[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.

Date: 2024-04-22 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] wiseoldbartender
[Husk would be lying if he hadn't thought about it. After all, the whole point of Angel being here was to get him redeemed and sent back to Heaven. Hell, Angel is the reason Husk thinks it's even possible- that a soul can change and do better because he has been doing so much better. Angel has been coming on leaps and bounds since they arrived in this stupid fuckin' passion project of Charlie's. Husk has been glad to see it- he's encouraged it.

As time has gone on, Husk has felt an unsettling ache in his chest. He has no delusions that he would ever be redeemed and get to Heaven. He's trodden a dark and nasty road- especially as an Overlord. He's pretty sure he's stuck here. He can work out the math there. It means one day Angel will get up to Heaven and he'll just be here. Stuck with Alastor. Forever. It's a miserable thought, really- but he tries to push it to the back of his mind whenever it rears its ugly head. Angel deserves to get out of here and have a fuckin' shot at happiness. He can't let his own feelings on the matter muddy those waters.

So, here he stays. Encouraging Angel on the path he's on so he can get out of the literal Hellhole. His own feelings on the matter be damned.

Honestly, even if Angel was in the mood, Husk would likely turn him down- at least tonight. They got time. Probably. Curling up under the covers and cuddling up honestly sounds... so much nicer than he's used to. Something nicer than he's had in a damn long time. He doesn't mind the hand-holding and makes no move to break the contact as he walks with Angel towards the spider-demon's room. He doesn't even pick up a bottle of booze to take with him.
]

You keep telling yourself that. [His tone is definitely teasing, no venom.] Maybe one day I might believe it.