#✦ ・ {{ the test muse }} angelo

[lostwcnderlands]

-> @hartofxmatter sent [ DISTRACTING ] for sender to fondle receiver while receiver is trying to do another task

always accepting meme prompts!!

a gun && it's parts were sat out in front of angel, each dissembled && prepared to be cleaned. it was a ritual he did almost obsessively when anxious or worried - each of his several pieces, dismantled && polished for refitting. methodical, calculated, his brow knit in harsh focus as fingers worked the cloth around the metal.

until something pulled him from the zone. hands on his body, sliding around the opened button-up shirt to press cool against the warmth of his exposed skin. angel let out a breathy laugh, hands stilling in their work but not setting down the cylinder. angel leaned his head back against the other, eyes crawling upwards to look at them from the upside down perspective as dark curls found stability against their shoulder. " well, hello to you, too. " a pleasured sigh pulled from his chest as their hands roamed. " what, you needin' attention or somethin' all of a sudden? "

[lostwcnderlands]

it was too real- too raw- too different from the usual flirting that existed between the pair. seductive touches that led nowhere, eyes that trailed over chiseled frames, comments that were suggestive but without consequence. angelo had thought of benji a hundred times over in the darkness of night... but never like this. never in a way that made his hands ache to be held, that made his skin carl with worry. his chest practically ached from the way it pounded away between his ribs. angel had never, for a second, trusted benji.

so what was this willingness to risk everything, to want to be the one that saved the day? his air rushed out like a gut punch to the stomach when he felt salt-kissed lips press to his cheek. every little inch more given of affection, and he fell deeper into the confusion. it was a life jacket thrown to the rapids when he saw a flirtatious glint of trouble returned to benji's eye. " unless you planned on walking around butt-ass-naked, yeah, probably best you wear some of my shorts. you'll smell like me, anyway, using my soap to wash all this blood off you. " eyebrows rose, and angel shook his head. the smile had crept on his features despite the dire situation. " the fuck is this, anyway? why did you really come here to me? "

Benji actually hated relying on other people, but Angelo made it so easy for him to let go. It felt good to be able to lean on someone and not have to stand alone in front of a pile of shit, even if he didn't want to put that burden on Angel's shoulders. Benji took another deep breath so that Angel's scent could completely crawl up his nose. At the same time, a cozy, warm feeling spread through his entire stomach. But all that was nothing compared to the way his emotions went crazy a moment time later.

Benji automatically raised his arms and wrapped them around Angelo's middle. Both hands grabbed the other's shirt desperately, almost as if he would drown. His whole body trembled slightly, but at the same time a smile formed on his lips. Benji turned his head to the side so that his breath hit Angelo's neck. ❝Thank you,❞ he whispered, lifting his head slightly. Benji's lips touched Angel's cheek for a kiss. ❝I'd be lost without you. Can I borrow some of your clothes then?❞ Benji looked up with a certain twinkle in his eyes. ❝I always wanted to smell like you. A bit cheesy, I know.❞

[lostwcnderlands]

status -> open to all 21+ with slight preference for m/nb muses! *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! you don't have to match the length!*

setting -> my muse works security for a mob/crime family. your muse has infiltrated the safehouse (or drug/firearms warehouse, etc). their motive is UTP but both parties are armed and dangerous. *bonus points* if our muses know each other already. extra bonus points if our muses were hooking up before this!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

" you fucking bastard, you realize i will have to fucking kill you now? " angel was the only guard detail on duty - his partner had fucked off to get laid, promising burgers && beer upon his return. every night, for months, had been quiet && uneventful. until now, of course. angel cursed the job, cursed his partner, and cursed the figure in all black now in front of him, trained on the other end of his gun. his orders were clear. if anyone comes in, they leave in a body bag. " goddamnit, you really fucked up this time! " but his heart raced in his ears, pounding so hard it hurt his chest. it took all his strength not to let his hand with the finger on the trigger not to shake. " get down. on your knees. hands behind your head. say your fucking prayers. fuck! "

[lostwcnderlands]

@ofdisregard sent -> " I wouldn't sleep one night in this place, are you nuts? " ( from: Valeria )

always accepting more meme prompts!!

duffle bag slung from his shoulder down onto the sleeping bag he'd just rolled out, angel couldn't help but give a little chuckle at her hesitance. " well, that's the job we were given, babe. get used to it. " he mumbled, amusement playing cruelly in the corners of his lips. he'd worked with the gang long enough to know you never questioned, nor refused, an assignment. they were to do an early morning drop - which required round the clock protection of the parcel, and an overnight stay in the abandoned warehouse.

once belongings unloaded && the parcel safely hidden away, angel took a moment to glance around the high rafters && dusty boarded windows of the old place. it did have a sort of... spooky aesthetic to it, with broken machinery growing massive cobwebs in the corners, and mold crawling up the walls where the roof had caved, letting rain && the elements sneak into the dilapidated factory.

nose did wrinkle in disgust, the tough guy act slipping just momentarily, as a large rat ran across the floor with a screech, nearly earning for itself a harsh stomp with his steel-toe boot if it had been any slower. hopefully his reluctant partner hadn't noticed...

" it's gonna be dark soon. you hungry? " he asked, shooting a glance her way as he pulled out the single lantern he'd packed, in addition to a modest, old fashioned camping stove burner && ramen two noodle cups. " grab the water bottles, would ya? i'm cookin' tonight. " another laugh, and angel set to work on the easy meal.

if trouble came their way, he'd want their bellies full, at least. they could sleep in shifts, conduct perimeter checks around the building, and hopefully, the few hours between now && dawn would transpire uneventfully. but just in case... angelo leaned a shotgun up against the wall where their pillows were laid out, and ensured the handpiece strapped to his belt was loaded && ready.

as he waited for the water to boil, the man looked valeria over. the several hour drive there had been full of the radio blaring, and he'd not left much room for conversation to transpire. now, only the rickety creaks of the old walls broke the silence, other haunting noises making one of them jump every so often. curiosity burned in his dark hues, bright under greasy unwashed hair - but angel refused to break the intensity of the quiet first. he wanted to know just how much valeria could take.

[justsurvival]

name. keva

pronouns. he/xe but lately i’ve been lovin the no pronouns game icl

preferred comms. discord + i need you to bump messages if i havent responded because i will forget and i admit that it is on me

name of muse. there’s like 99 of them if you count my canons and ocs and uh well. this is why i will directly call out which characters i am feeling the most in my pinned. kisses xoxo

experience in RP. let me take you back to 2011 if you will allow me ……. me and several of my irls were doing some silly roleplay thing in an imsg gc. moved on to kik. was on instagram for a while. twitter (but the tumblr kind) during the height of the pandemic. oc & shadowhunters tumblr blogs circa 2015-2018. groups on tumblr on/off from 2016. cycling through multis and single muses since about 2021. most recent non-multis i’ve had…. kim dokja (orv), the kaul siblings + anden (greenbone saga), caleb widogast (cr), nico di angelo (rrverse), a couple iterations of shion, an iteration of sylvain + some of their siblings, & a couple others that i’m forgetting. generally i’ve always been most comfortable writing ocs & canons from niche media/media with a smaller rpc.

best experiences. 2020-2021 was terrible for a number of reasons but it was Fun sometimes. met a few friends i still talk to and are very dear to me. i am definitely happier now(?) because i am more comfortable curating my own space and setting boundaries even if i lack the deeper dynamics i had back then.

pet peeves / dealbreakers. i do not care if people “use me” for a certain canon or gender presentation of character as long as they respect and understand the character and the way i write them. i do not care for mindless performative behavior. i do not care for vagues. i do not care for facechasing or forceshipping. if i am uncomfortable i will take it into my own hands and soft/hard block. i do care that my boundaries are respected and that you care for my character past their face / a ship / etc. i do care that my characters of color are not ignored. i do care that my transgender characters are not ignored. yes this is bare minimum.

muse preference (angst, fluff + smut). generally i’m best with angst. my fluff needs to be flavored as hurt/comfort or have some sort of direction or i get bored/disinterested. i usually need some sort of direction for most threads as i’m not great with purely introspection/philosophizing without some plot movement or action. i actually think i’m pretty good with action scenes (as in fighting/sparring/etc). i’m ok with writing smut! you are welcome to approach me for it but i do prefer to have an established rel prior to exploring it.

plots or memes. both!! memes are good for jumping off/starting interactions/testing the waters but i do need some substance with it so i prefer that if you send a meme, to please message me afterwards if you’d like to expand. i lose interest on just back and forth memes without a plot.

are you like your muse. a few but not many. i put bits and pieces of myself in my muses. i don’t think any of my muses are a whole lot like me — canon and oc included.

tagged by. @ninkaku (ty!!)

tagging. you my friend who is reading this :)

[lostwcnderlands]

" i... i don't know either. " angel was doubting himself hard now. had following him to the bathroom been a mistake? still painfully aware of the date waiting right outside the door, the long minutes that had stretched between them during this, and his heart twisted. he'd wanted to ruin the date. he'd wanted this- so why did it feel so shit? why was he so guilty? eyes lowered. " you know i can't promise you anything. that wouldn't be fair. " angel didn't even trust himself- how could he ever expect fabian to settle for that? for him? especially now. after this drama. a hand ran through angel's hair, and he tried to breathe deeply through the tightness in his chest. " i don't want you going home with him. sure, yeah, it's fucked, it's unfair, whatever. i'm just telling you, i don't want that. if you go anywhere tonight... " he licked his lips. " i want it to be with me. "

whatever this is, this moment, it's either good or a total slap in the face, and fabian can't figure out which one is truer. because if it's good, then perhaps things can heal and repair, but then when things inevitably start going bad again, he has to handle this heartbreak all over, but if it's a total slap in the face, just a reactionary thing because angel's seen him out on a date now, he doesn't want this to ruin his chance to try to find happiness elsewhere. a breath in, then out, and he shakes his head a little. "i dunno what i'm supposed to do with that information. i can't fall for you again if you're just going to leave again."

[cowboytumbleweeds]

Task 001: Please outline 3-5 goals/future plotlines that you’d like to explore for your muse.

All plot-lines and goals are subject to change and only potential directions for where the muse can go.

Elio Cortes-Estrada:

Exploring his friendship (and maybe more) with Noah.

Continuing to build his relationship with Angelo, continuing to build trust, getting to the point where Angelo is really to accept real help from him.

Developing his independence away from his parents.

His parents find out he's reconnecting with Angelo and cut him off.

Learning more about the 'real world' outside the wealth and privilege of his upbringing.

Corey Jensen:

Truly tackling their mother's loss.

Corey has never discussed it with anyone, but their mother's disease was genetic and they have a 50/50 chance of inheriting it. I want them to come to terms with that and struggle with whether or not to undergo genetic testing.

Exploring what they want out of their band, their art in general, and their future.

Learning to love and be loved.

Continue looking into their family and building a relationship with Alfie.

Carson West:

Something comes up on a call where Carson has to weigh what he views as the right thing versus the by-the-book thing, and potentially faces consequences.

Carson puts a lot of pressure on himself thanks to the way he was raised. I'd like to explore what he wants for himself in his personal life, since he's been focused on his career for so long.

Something goes wrong on a call (either fire related or paramedic related) and Carson is unable to save someone, then has to face the scrutiny of loved ones or family members.

Carson would definitely like some cute fun dates.

Toby Jarvis:

Someone who is still convinced of Toby's guilt ends up confronting them, vandalizing their shop, etc.

Since spending a decade behind bars, Toby is still re-adjusting to life on the outside and hasn't fully tackled the impact the arrest had on them.

Exploring the tension with Ish surrounding his sister's death and his feelings about Toby's guilt versus innocence.

I imagine Toby's dating life has been kind of limited since their arrest and conviction, so it would be interesting to explore that side of them and also how a new partner might feel about Toby's past.

Austin Hayes:

Learning how to co-parent with Nico and what that means for them going forward.

Trying to get past the writer's block and work on another book or serious article. Austin hasn't truly tackled the second-hand (and sometimes first-hand) trauma of the things his career has exposed him to.

Someone impacted by Austin's work, either in a good way or a bad way, entering or re-entering his life.

A will they/won't they scenario, figuring out what the future might look like with or without Nico.

Potential new partner/fwb finding out Austin was engaged and has a child.

[aftermidnites]

(test muses! in order) — angelo candela, charlie ainsworth, cairo mohsen, june edwards

sick of retirement, angelo tries to get back into the groove of things. he quickly finds out running a school isn’t as easy as it used to be... (60s)

perhaps a… beast of some sort? i just want an excuse to make a monster again… possibly the wolf among us inspired or a canon-divergent bigby wolf (mid 30s)

cairo tries to make his old friend, june’s, dream come true. it doesn’t go so well. (late 30s)

this is june. she has a dream, and that dream is to be an animal wrangler— of course, she’s not too prepared for the reality that’s to come. (mid to late 20s)

[mvndrvke]

MVNDRVKE ; independent selective multimuse, written by luna ( 30; they/he )

A STUDY IN : ignoring canon, incoherent opinions on random muses, reimagining myth, musical references, adhd periods of hyperfixation, failing to answer messages consistently, forming complex dynamics between characters, and more.

MYTHOS AFFILIATED WITH @nosestealer & @fateschnge & @whinedarksea & @ga1adriel & @moltolavoro & @valorums & @ofprevioustimes & @bauresurrected & @lovehoned

mobile muse list under the cut.

ACTIVE MUSES. the favorite kids, the ones that get the most focus and have the most consistent muse.

literature.

MYTH. penelope of ithaca & iphthime of ithaca & orpheus & poseidon & hades PJO. nico di angelo* & cecil markowitz THG. effie trinket LOTR. celeborn

television / film-based

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. meg giry HOTD. theldry strong & marin royce GOT. shireen baratheon* & rickon stark* STAR WARS. shmi skywalker

LOW-ACTIVITY MUSES. still adored but get less consistent attention.

literature

MYTH. achilles & neoptolemus & menelaus & medea PJO. annabeth chase* & mai castellan THG. johanna mason TWILIGHT ( anti-smeyer ). carlisle cullen & bella swan LOTR. haldir

television / film-based

BRIDGERTON. edwina sharma HOTD. harwin strong & joffrey velaryon SHADOW & BONE. harij ghafa & inej ghafa ( primary verse is asoiaf ) STAR WARS. satine kryze* & seril jinn DOCTOR WHO. martha jones AVATAR. kiri augustine

REQUEST / RETIRED. muses that aren't active anymore, but i'd still love to write. we don't need to have discussed it for you to send a meme in for these muses, they're just not really active anymore/not muses i focus on without expressed interest from a writing partner.

literature

PJO. paul blofis & grover underwood THG. haymitch abernathy

television / film-based

STAR WARS. ahsoka tano MARVEL. peter parker GOT. arya stark*

TEST. new muses i want to try out before i add them to my muse list.

ARCANE. isha & viktor glazov BG3. astarion ancunin & gale dekarios THG. wiress burrell

[lostwcnderlands]

there was something about the intensity of her gaze that both set angel's skin on fire, and iced over his nerves at once. how odd; so much history between a pair, once so strong - now strangers, living separate lives. " you guess? " he echoed, eyebrow quirking upwards.

"i guess that you have," ione echoed, though continued to eye him like she was trying to figure him out. sure, it had been a while, but she still felt like she knew angel well enough. "i just have to say that i'm surprised — but if you've found what you wanted then good for you, i guess."

[lightcreators]

🌻 - for my muse to suddenly hold your muse’s hand. // ( for will solace ! )

@earthssprout

Free  time  was  enjoyed  by  receiving  most  knoweldge  he  could  concerning  medic  ground.  As  much  his  mind  could  store  various  informations,  he  needed  some  book,  some  notes  to  remember  the  physical  construction  of  a  mortal  body,  beyond  expecting  any  possibility  after  magnificent  service  of  which  he  had  managed  a  great  part  following  the  battle  of  Manhantan.  It  was  his  manners  to  coping  with  previous  circumstances  ---  been  certain  no  one  was  going  to  suddently  die  out  of  him,  because  in  middle  of  stress,  he  wouldn't  know  what  to  do,  and  wouldn't  have  fail  into  his  organization  his  conscience  wouldn't  be  quiet.  Accidentally,  it  was  something  able  to  distract  him  concerning  one  black-haired  demi-god  in  which  he  hoped  learn  good  news  anytime  soon.  Di  Angelo  didn't  needed  to  be  physically  present  for  him  to  be  naturally  worried,  and  scared  he  died  behind  his  back  for  had  overused  Shadow  Travels  or  tested  another  range  of  his  powers,  in  which  his  physical  abilities  to  handle  his  own  powers  cannot  hande  …  If  he  was  here,  he  would  beg  him  to  think  about  something  else  than  working.  However,  as  much  he  offered  himself  time  training  upon  other  domains,  he  knew  his  powers  were  rather  limited,  that  they  wouldn't  likely  explode  magically,  that  his  artistic  abilites  weren't  as  their  best.  Nevertheless,  when  gentleness  of  an  hand  welcomed  his,  he  cannot  helped  feeling  himself  distracted.  Did  Ari  get  hurt  somewhere  ?  Did  she  was  alright  ?

Accidentally,  as  much  he  wasn't  the  adoptive  parent,  he  was  doing  his  best  when  he  was  around  the  surroudings  to  ensure  the  Ares  wasn't  going  to  tourment  some  little  girl  that  could  wander  around  in  middle  of  Camp  Half-Blood.  Normally,  Chiron  and  Mr.D  would  have  made  arrangements  for  offering  the  best,  considering  her  age  and  how  they  were  most  used  to  get  teenagers  risking  to  find  themselves  killed  by  an  outsider  cause  …  in  same  manner  they  did  with  Di  Angelo,  regardles  if  he  had  now  an  Cabin,  and  was  personally  busy  in  various  domains.  He  always  found  her  adorable.  Besides,  existence  behind  Camp  Half-Blood  was  already  terrible,  and  she  must  be  always  worried  about  her  dad  ---  he  was  particularly  keen  to  be  voice  of  gentleness.  Though,  amusingly,  been  connected  towards  the  Underworld  most  implicity,  another  time,  seemed  some  fatal  opposite  he  would  came  associated  with  !  ❝  I'm  researching.  ❞  He  exposed  firstly  before  squeezing  that  little  hand  back,  in  which  ocean  eyes  watched  towards  her.  She  didn't  seemed  hurt  somewhere,  physically.  He  could  anticipating  she  might  be  worried,  nevertheless,  naturally  decided  to  bring  distraction  in  another  manner.  With  other  demi-gods,  becoming  an  sudden  lamp  in  middle  of  the  room  was  an  act  of  betraying  of  his  feelings;  while  with  Nico,  it  was  an  kind  of  playfulness  he  could  use  along  with  his  name  …  and  for  Ari,  something  that  could  amuse  her  !  While  healing  hands  were  doing  their  job,  regardless  if  there  was  an  necessity  or  not  for  stepping  himself  as  an  comfort,  he  projected  smaller  glow  in  the  room.  If  he  could  make  rays  of  sunlight  appear  from  his  hand,  he  would  !  Next  step  would  be  to  make  her  laugh,  and  if  he  saw  any  signal  that  she  needed  help,  he  would  react.  She  was  in  safety,  it  was  the  message  he  wanted  to  pass  around.  He  would  be  attentive  to  her  needs.  ❝  It's  immensely  soft,  isn't  it  ?  ❞

[naturiisms]

☏ marco & vince ☏ angelo & femi

send  ☏  for my muse to leave a voicemail on your muse’s phone.

“hey old man, i know you miss me and the kids miss their cousins, so give me a call back and we can set something up. there’s this trampoline park i heard about, we can put our knees to the test and see if we’ve still got it. let me know, i love you, bye!”

send  ☏  for my muse to leave a voicemail on your muse’s phone.

“lesson one for putting that expensive brick of yours to use is answering when people call, that’s the little green button, in case you forgot. i had some free time and was driving around, long story short i ended up at a yard sale and i saw something that reminded me of you. if you’re home i could bring it over, or i can bring it to the lounge sometime. either way, let me know. okay, be safe.”

[icarianflames]

this is a starter from jason grace to @atomancy​‘s nico di angelo

to say that jason didn’t have much time to keep up with pop and modern culture was a bit of an understatement. he had been training since he was three, when lupa found him in the wolf house. after that, it had been one mission after the other, one fight after another, one godsdamnit war after another ...   jason grace had always been too busy, too focused and too dedicated to his training to bother keeping up with random pop culture. he didn’t need to, after all. his life was at the camp jupiter and, yes, they had their hobbies and leisure times, but movies wasn’t something jason ever felt drawn to. 

but maybe it was time to see what he’d lost. and, in true jason grace fashion, he wasn’t gonna half-ass it :   he was doing a full-blown marathon of movies. 

                                         “ thank you for putting up with this with me. i’m pretty sure i’ve heard some of the new kids calling me a grandpa when i didn’t understand a reference and now i’m making it my mission to catch up with decades of pop culture. just out of spite. and it’s good to have someone as lost as i am by my side ”

[lostwcnderlands]

@parancrmcl sent -> [ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

always accepting!! very much wanting some sinday prompts before the day ends!!

either flying, falling, or both - angel was disoriented, only feeling the vague sensation of movement cutting through the spikes of pain. he'd been shot before; never like this, never to where he felt his vision muddled into a sea of colored glass.

" i don't want to die. " he whispered, unsure if the sound even left his dry lips, unsure who even he spoke he wish to. you always think, in moments of dire threat, you will stand strong; but angel felt fear plummeting through his core as his blood dripped, and his heartbeat felt crazed, slowing. " don't let me die. "

[inflamedtears]

  nikos’s tags!!

[lostwcnderlands]

there was a distinct palpitation in angel's chest as his heart skipped a beat- maybe three, at the confession. " finally! " he sighed, grin only growing. it hadn't been his place to ask, but... god, he hated that prick of an ex. all he'd wanted was for kaz to block him, turn away && never look back. it had been a thrill when he'd been kicked to the curb, but hadn't felt enough. he knew kaz well enough to know it must've been hard, but damn, it felt like victory.

and yet, surprise couldn't help but color his cheeks in with heat, even as angel lost himself to the kiss pressed with need against his lips. he'd liked kaz for so long, quietly, secretly, not even admitting to himself - never thought they'd be like this - never thought he'd hear that from his lips, slick with his spit. angel wasn't sure what to make of the statement. was scared to threaten their friendship by exploring whatever lay deeper... but his eyes on his best friend, and his heart racing in his chest, and his soul more lonely than it had ever been - angel realized he was less afraid of the risk, now, as he was hungry for discovery. " do you actually mean that? " he finally asked, teeth sinking into his lower lip, fingers reaching out to trace down kaz' chest, over his heart, pressing in to feel if it raced like his. " not the kissing part - i know i'm a god with my tongue. " a grin, to lighten the mood, maybe to hide his nerves, to suffocate the crush in case it wasn't returned as strong. but there was authenticity in his dark brown eyes, seeking out the others, leaning in, fingers now twisting in his shirt. " 'cause, i think i kinda feel the same. "

melting.  kaz  is  fucking  melting.  not  only  from  the  kiss,  which  undoubtedly  steals  his  breath,  and  directly  stabs  a  mega  dose  of  euphoria  right  into  his  heart.  but  he's  melting  from  seeing  how  happy  angel  is.  that  smile,  that  laughter—  no  fucking  way  can  kaz  resist  the  urge  to  kiss  angel  again.  he  doesn't  think  about  the  future  of  what  this  may  or  may  not  mean.  or  get  weighed  down  by  the  past  ( you're  too  fucked  up  for  him —  you're  going  to  ruin  this  — )  instead  kaz  lets  his  heart  take  the  wheel,  and  floor  the  accelerator,  driving  him  right  towards  the  direction  of  making  out  with  angel  some  more.

he  swears  he's  going  to  implode  when  angel  calls  him  that  nickname.  nobody  else  calls  him  'kazzy',  and  he  fucking  loves  it.  makes  him  feel  a  little  special  to  angel.  when  angel's  hand  draws  near,  kaz  leans  towards  it,  and  brushes  his  cheek  across  those  fingertips.  at  the  mentioning  of  his  ex,  kaz  lets  out  a  huff.  "i  blocked  him.  finally."  which  is  huge.  just  like  how  it  was  huge  for  kaz  to  end  the  relationship.  scared  the  hell  out  of  kaz,  because  he  never  knew  how  that  man  would  go  from  jekyll to  hyde.  but  when  his  ex  demanded  kaz  to  stop  being  friends  with  angel,  kaz  broke  up  with  him  that  day.  "anyways—"  kaz  surges  in  closer  again  for  another  kiss.  it's  a  little  more  heated  this  time.  "you're  a  way  better  kisser  than  him.  or  anyone."  he  hasn't  let  go  of  the  front  of  angel's  shirt.  kaz  wants  to  hold  on,  just  a  little  longer.  "honestly,  you're  all  i  ever  needed."