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Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ HOW Ā OUT Ā OF Ā HAND Ā ITāS Ā GOTTEN Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā ooc.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ MY Ā FLESH Ā IS Ā LACED Ā WITH Ā SUGAR Ā AND Ā MAGGOTS Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā asks.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ YOU Ā SAY Ā YOU Ā MISS Ā MEĀ Ā (Ā IāM Ā RIGHT Ā HEREĀ ) Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā starters.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ WITH Ā PINK Ā EYESHADOW Ā AND Ā A Ā SOBBING Ā PRAYER Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā isms.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ ANYTHING Ā COULD Ā BE Ā HOLY Ā UNDER Ā NEONĀ LIGHTS Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā visage.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ DO Ā YOU Ā FEEL Ā THE Ā EYES Ā OVER Ā YOUR Ā BODY Ā STILL? Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā promo.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ TO Ā SWEETLY Ā MELT Ā IN Ā SIN Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā rp memes.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ I Ā DRINK Ā ; Ā I Ā BURN Ā ; Ā I Ā SHATTER Ā MY Ā OWN Ā DREAMS Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā open starter.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ YOUR Ā FISH Ā HOOK Ā IN Ā MY Ā MOUTH Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā crack.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ EATEN Ā IN Ā PIECES Ā ; Ā NOT Ā MEANT Ā TO Ā BEĀ Ā KNOWN Ā WHOLE Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā ic.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ I Ā BELIEVE Ā YOU Ā LIKE Ā AĀ Ā BEATEN Ā DOG Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā dash games.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ I Ā WILL Ā NEVER Ā BE Ā FORGIVEN Ā FOR Ā WANTING Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā affiliates.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ KISS Ā ME Ā WITH Ā MY Ā BLOOD Ā BETWEEN Ā YOUR Ā TEETH Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā ships.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ TO Ā BE Ā LOOKED Ā ATĀ Ā &. Ā NEVER Ā SEEN Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā art.
Ā Ā . Ā šøļøĀ TOUCHED Ā DOWN Ā TO Ā THE Ā DELICATE Ā BONES Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā poetry.
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā INĀ NEONĀ LIGHTS Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā canon &. main verse.
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā THEĀ CALLĀ OFĀ THEĀ ANGELS Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā overlord verse.
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā FEATHERĀ BOASĀ ANDĀ GLITTER Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā 70ās verse. (ft. sirserpentine)
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā OVERSEERĀ OFĀ HELL Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā zestialās employee verse (ft. zestials)
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā GOODĀ OLDĀ FASHIONEDĀ LOVERĀ BOY Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā human verse.
Ā Ā . Ā š·Ā | Ā LACEDĀ WITHĀ BELLADONNA Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā DOĀ YOUĀ LIKEĀ THEĀ SHOW ?Ā AREĀ YOUĀ TIREDĀ OFĀ IT ? Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā videoaux.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā THEĀ LASTĀ SHREDĀ OFĀ TRUTHĀ INĀ THEĀ LOSTĀ MYTHĀ OFĀ TRUEĀ LOVE Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā hellsbroadcaster.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā IĀ COULDĀ NEVERĀ DEFINEĀ ALLĀ THATĀ YOUĀ AREĀ TOĀ ME Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā r-adio.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā BUTĀ IāDĀ NEVERĀ SAYĀ IĀ LOVEĀ YOUĀ JUSTĀ TOĀ HEARĀ YOUĀ SAYĀ ITĀ BACK Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā sirserpentine.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā IāMĀ PUTĀ TOĀ AWEĀ SOMETHINGĀ SOĀ FLAWEDĀ ANDĀ FREE Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā dark-ambition.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā YOURĀ BEAUTYĀ NEVERĀ EVERĀ SCAREDĀ ME Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā gamblins.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā THEĀ FEARĀ OFĀ THEĀ UNKNOWNĀ /Ā THEĀ FACEĀ INĀ MONOCHROME Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā zestials.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā YOUĀ HATEĀ THEĀ APPLAUSEĀ /Ā YOUĀ CRAVEĀ THEĀ ATTENTION Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā xluciifer.
Ā Ā . Ā ā”Ā BUTĀ YOUāREĀ HOLDINGĀ MEĀ LIKEĀ WATERĀ INĀ YOURĀ HANDS Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā oriiginis.
#. šøļø HOW OUT OF HAND ITāS GOTTEN ā± ooc.#. šøļø MY FLESH IS LACED WITH SUGAR AND MAGGOTS ā± asks.#. šøļø YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( IāM RIGHT HERE ) ā± starters.#. šøļø WITH PINK EYESHADOW AND A SOBBING PRAYER ā± isms.#. šøļø ANYTHING COULD BE HOLY UNDER NEON LIGHTS ā± visage.#. šøļø DO YOU FEEL THE EYES OVER YOUR BODY STILL? ā± promo.#. šøļø TO SWEETLY MELT IN SIN ā± rp memes.#. šøļø I DRINK ; I BURN ; I SHATTER MY OWN DREAMS ā± open starter.#. šøļø YOUR FISH HOOK IN MY MOUTH ā± crack.#. šøļø EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ā± ic.#. šøļø I BELIEVE YOU LIKE A BEATEN DOG ā± dash games.#. šøļø I WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR WANTING ā± affiliates.#. šøļø KISS ME WITH MY BLOOD BETWEEN YOUR TEETH ā± ships.#. šøļø TO BE LOOKED AT &. NEVER SEEN ā± art.#. šøļø TOUCHED DOWN TO THE DELICATE BONES ā± poetry.#. š· | IN NEON LIGHTS ā± canon &. main verse.#. š· | THE CALL OF THE ANGELS ā± overlord verse.#. š· | FEATHER BOAS AND GLITTER ā± 70ās verse. (ft. sirserpentine)#. š· | OVERSEER OF HELL ā± zestialās employee verse (ft. zestials)#. š· | GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY ā± human verse.#. š· | LACED WITH BELLADONNA ā± lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)#. ā” DO YOU LIKE THE SHOW ? ARE YOU TIRED OF IT ? ā± videoaux.#. ā” THE LAST SHRED OF TRUTH IN THE LOST MYTH OF TRUE LOVE ā± hellsbroadcaster.#. ā” I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ā± r-adio.#. ā” BUT IāD NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ā± sirserpentine.#. ā” IāM PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ā± dark-ambition.#. ā” YOUR BEAUTY NEVER EVER SCARED ME ā± gamblins.#. ā” THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN / THE FACE IN MONOCHROME ā± zestials.#. ā” YOU HATE THE APPLAUSE / YOU CRAVE THE ATTENTION ā± xluciifer.#. ā” BUT YOUāRE HOLDING ME LIKE WATER IN YOUR HANDS ā± oriiginis.
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šššš ššššššš ; š š©š«ššŖš®šš„ š¬ššš«ššš« . . . @alastor-radiodemon
HE DOES NOT BELONG HERE, Ā Ā Ā Ā but he enters the gates beside the princess of hell herself,Ā tryingĀ desperatelyĀ to keep his shoulders from appearing as tense as he felt. the spider - demon could feel each set of eyes tracing his uncertain frameĀ : Ā ( ripping him apart with their gazes ), craning their curious necks to see the wretched thing walk the streets.Ā ANGEL WAS NO ANGELĀ in the most literal sense of the word.Ā charlie might not haveĀ perfectlyĀ fitĀ in Ā when it came to her appearance, but angel dust had no hope of evenĀ tryingĀ to blend in at all.Ā he imagined himself asĀ šššššššš ššššš šššššš š ššššš šššššš šššš.Ā staining holy land with everyĀ uncharacteristically timidĀ step that he took.
even still,Ā angel walked with purpose. a HESITANT PURPOSE, one that he wasnāt entirely sure where he was meant to find, butĀ PURPOSE NONETHELESS.Ā he strolled through the ivory city streets, letting the pleasant coolness of the air brush over his skin.Ā š·š“ šš°š šš¾ ššš“š³ šš¾ šøš½šµš“šš½š°š» ššŗšøš“š,Ā being in heaven almost felt like being alive again, touched by the lithe fingers of springtime.Ā angel knew it was only for a short time,Ā but he could still close his eyes.Ā āøŗ Ā HE COULD STILL PRETEND.
he finds himself in a what heĀ supposesĀ is a cafeĀ (Ā LORD, HE HADNāT BEEN IN AN ESTABLISHMENT THAT WASNāT A CLUB IN DECADESĀ )Ā . Ā the sweet scent of espresso and caramel hit him at once, enveloping him in a deeply unfamiliar warmth that forced him to pause in the middle of the crowded place. around him, Ā much Ā shorter Ā angelsĀ were drifting in and out of the establishment,Ā glancing at him with demented curiousity as they did.Ā ANGELS WERE STILL JUST AS JUDGEMENTALĀ ,Ā it seemed.Ā allowed to spend eternity in peace, and yet the fucks stillĀ STAREDĀ at something out of the ordinary, as if angel couldnātĀ see them do it.Ā Ā
his eyes found the corner of the cafe, and, in turn, he met the gaze of a womanās softened features. she hadnāt seemed to have her appearance asĀ SHIFTEDĀ as the others around herĀ āøŗĀ she looked . . . almost human.Ā an Ā ETHEREALĀ version of a typical angel. two pale, feathered wings were relaxed beside her, a soft, aegan - blue in their color. they stood out against the deepness of her skin, lingering with a subtle, golden gleam, as if her appearance alone proved she wasĀ š§š¢šØšššš šš¬ š¦š¢š šš§ššš”š šš¢šš¬.Ā her hair was worn in thick, ebony curls that tumbled down her delicate shoulders. she looks up at angel withĀ ICHORED EYES,Ā and itās as if sheās speaking to him Ā (Ā WITHOUT ANY WORDS AT ALL !Ā ) Ā he recognizes pieces of herĀ āøŗĀ not from a lifeĀ HE HAD ONCE LIVEDĀ , but from a man heĀ now knew.Ā Ā
angel slowly pushed himself further into the crowd, hesitantly stopping in front of her before holding out one of his hands.Ā A PEACE OFFERING,Ā of sorts.Ā
ā Ā Ā ANGEL.Ā Ā āĀ Ā he speaks the words with a confidence heĀ forces himself to have.Ā ā Ā Ā i know āya, uh . . . have no reason to believe me, or nothinā, but . . . Ā ā Ā Ā itās a shot in the dark, but perhaps this was redemption, in a way. selflessness, wasnāt it ?Ā a reason to try.
ā Ā Ā i think i know how āya can see him again.Ā Ā āĀ she listens because she knows what he means. the unspoken words.Ā āøŗ Ā ABIGAIL, RETURN TO ALASTOR. šššššš, šššššš šš ššš.
#suddenly this blog is a double muse blog for one (1) plot#. šøļø YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( IāM RIGHT HERE ) ā± starters.
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theĀ adorationĀ inĀ hisĀ lungsĀ isĀ atavistic. Ā centuries - old, almost archaic in its sensation.Ā the same love that drowns angel dustās shaking body is found in the pages of a diary a hundred years ago on earth, or in the delicate handwriting of a love letter between two angels in heaven.Ā AĀ MILLIONĀ PEOPLEĀ HADĀ FELTĀ THISĀ SAME,Ā INFERNALĀ HEATĀ of being so desperately in love that it felt as if he mightĀ dieĀ again Ā Ā ; Ā Ā and truth be told, he didnāt know how anybody else had ever survived such a feeling.Ā
ANGELĀ WASĀ AWAREĀ OFĀ LUST.Ā he could handle the furious, carnal burn of ardor and sex.Ā butĀ LOVEĀ . . .Ā the wretchedly human desire to just be close to him, to remember every detail of his form, to know him again ?Ā Ā it felt suffocating.Ā SOFT AND SWEET yet bloodied and raw in the same breath.Ā Ā
itās here that he sits in that feeling, his long legs hiked up to his chest as he watches Ā @r-adio Ā from afar, his eyes tracing over each movement he makes as he sips at his tea. the flickering fireflies radiate light from the wilderness side of alastorās bedroom, painting the demonās face in a faint shade of angelic gold.Ā HEĀ ISĀ SOĀ UNCHARACTERISTICALLY ETHEREAL Ā that it sends angelās chest tightening all over again.
ā Ā uhĀ - Ā āĀ Ā Ā angel swallowed. the shattering of the silence made alastorās head turn, and somehow that made the feeling burn hotter. Ā Ā Ā ā Ā this might, uhĀ . . .Ā soundĀ realĀ fuckināĀ stupidĀ orĀ whatevaāĀ ,Ā butĀ . . . Ā yāknow,Ā when i first met āya down here again,Ā afterĀ allĀ thatĀ timeĀ ? Ā didnātĀ . . .Ā really think āya would meanĀ thisĀ muchĀ toĀ me. Ā ā
#. Ā ā”Ā IĀ COULDĀ NEVERĀ DEFINEĀ ALLĀ THATĀ YOUĀ AREĀ TOĀ ME Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā r-adio.#. Ā šøļøĀ YOU Ā SAY Ā YOU Ā MISS Ā MEĀ Ā (Ā IāM Ā RIGHT Ā HEREĀ ) Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā starters.#jack: short starter i beg#me: four paragraph......#jack i tried so hard im sorry#. šøļø EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ā± ic.
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šš šššš šš šššš ( ššššš šššššš, šššššš šššššššš ) : @dark-ambition
THEĀ STREETSĀ OFĀ PENTAGRAMĀ CITYĀ AREĀ LITĀ UPĀ INĀ NEON, Ā and the leather of angelās thigh - high platforms are positively glimmering in it with every step. stained - glass barfront windows reflected their multicolored touch against his faceĀ :Ā WHITE FUR shining with hues of pink and red.Ā theseĀ areĀ nightsĀ designedĀ forĀ throwingĀ inhibitionsĀ toĀ theĀ infernalĀ sky.Ā where his half - lidded eyes would stay focused on the streets ahead, searching for whatever entertainment he could get his hands on.
andĀ entertainmentĀ heĀ certainlyĀ found,Ā when his gaze shifted to the other side of the road, past the crowds of DRUNKEN SIN. it was there he met eyes, so briefly, with anĀ ALL - TOO FAMILIAR SNAKE. Ā a man who seemed to freeze momentarily when their gazes touched, as if angelās presence was enough to shake him still. they remembered one anotherĀ :Ā how couldnāt theyĀ ?Ā Ā the events of the prior afternoon were still fresh in both of their minds. they were certainly fresh in angelās mind, at leastĀ ,Ā and perhaps itās why he went to re - apply his lip gloss before walking over, adding a purposeful cock in his hips with his steps.
ā Ā wellĀ heyĀ there,Ā handsomeĀ -Ā fancy seeinā you around here.Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he tilts his head to the side a little as he approaches, eyeing pentious with the corner of his bottom lip pulled slightly between his teeth.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā didnāt think this place wasĀ . . .Ā your kindaĀ scene, yāknowĀ ? Ā āya lostĀ ? Ā ā
a purposeful brush of the arm with expert fingers, his touch trailing up penās shoulder,Ā GAUGING HIS REACTIONĀ with a full smile that was painted with neon lights and unmistakable lust.
#. Ā šøļøĀ YOU Ā SAY Ā YOU Ā MISS Ā MEĀ Ā (Ā IāM Ā RIGHT Ā HEREĀ ) Ā Ā Ā ā± Ā Ā starters.#. šøļø EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ā± ic.#. ā” IāM PUT TO AWE SOMETHING SO FLAWED AND FREE ā± dark-ambition.
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@r-adio āøŗ long - ass plotted starter : blood - stained fawn
the night after the radio demon tore himself through the front door of the hazbin hotel, ANGEL DUST DREAMED OF LOUISIANA. he dreamt of a curly-haired, honeymouthed boy with a performerās voice and soft hands. he dreamt of bayou summers, of wet air and rainy nights. he dreamt of a memory that took the shape of a childhood he had long since forgotten about, for what was the purpose of remembering such things? what was his benefit, lingering on memories, back when he had a heartbeat? there was none. there was none.
(Ā but he dreamt of it anyway. just for one night. as if the wicked universe was reminding him that he would never have it back, that he was not destined to be remembered. the radio demon would not remember his life. he would not remember anthony. but angel would remember, just as heād remember the feeling of waking up in the middle of the night following the dream. he is eighteen again. he is drunk on a cocktail of stolen vodka and lovesickness. he is praying to god but he feels no reply, and he knows why.Ā )
new orleans used to be kind to anthony borrelli. lively city streets, radio stations that wrapped him up in upbeat jazz. in another world, he wouldāve stayed there forever: a world where he didnāt need to keep returning to new york with his family. he wouldāve stayed with the boy he grew up with, the one heād known since the tender and wretched age of twelve. back when the world made so much sense and so little sense all at the same time.
and that was it, he supposed. he wouldāve loved alastor if they stayed young forever. in another life, they were in that world. in another life, alastor was still teasing anthony for putting too much sugar in his coffeeĀ ( āyouāre ruining the flavor, you know. you might as well just drink a cup of milk and a pound of sweetener.ā )Ā in another life, anthony was worshipping such sinful love from atop the kitchen counter. his heart feels as though a sunset has opened within it. in another life, nothing wretched had ever happened, and heaven and hell were simply words in an empty poem.Ā
that was the world angel had dreamt of that night. the world where heād been able to stay. maybe he wouldāve seen alastor fall apart. maybe he wouldāve known why the radio demon had ended up in hell to begin with, and maybe he wouldāve cared about him anyway. Ā ( Ā how embarassing, wishing your friendship wouldāve been enough to turn a monster into a man again.Ā )
in the flickering light inside of a dilapidated radio tower, its walls torn asunder by holy hands, angel dust finds the hunched and trembling figure of alastor once again.Ā all that was unholy, he looked awful.
the radio demon had separated from the group as the fight between them and the exterminator angels truly began, and angel had barely any time to think anything of it. it wasnāt until the chaos had died to smoke and rubble, when the ground was painted in shades of gold and crimson, that the realization of two losses had hit all of them. pentious was dead, alastor was missing, the hotel was in pieces, and perhaps the panic of it was what made it so easy for angel to slip away from the grieving group. he only found alastor because he knew him. there were few places he couldāve been. Ā (Ā ANGEL FOLLOWED THE DROPS OF BLOOD ALL THE WAY TO THE TOWER IN THE DARK. )
alastorās pulled himself into a tight, shaking ball underneath the soundboard of the radio tower, halfway hidden, with his shadows cloaked over him in a half attempt to shield him in darkness. the antlers atop his head are grown a little larger than normal in the midst of his panic, though his body doesnāt appear to have fully transformed into his more demonic appearance. his ears are pinned back against his head, and mixed with the strained, grimace-like smile on his features, he looks like a frightened animal. his eyes snap up to look at angel as he takes a step forward, and his pupils look foggy, glazed over. his chest pours blood between his fingers, where a hand presses loosely over top. a gash from an angelic weapon.Ā
in spite of everything, angel kneels. like heās praying again. how ironic. how odd. who do you pray for, and who do you pray to? Ā
( Ā you used to joke about being scared of being loved. in reality, you are scared of being loved by anyone that is not him. you are scared of housing all the love for him that youāve held since you were thirteen. you are scared that there will be nowhere else for that love to go, and itāll weigh on your shoulders forever. until eternal damnation finally teaches you a fucking lesson. Ā )
alastorās eyes, fogged and feverish as they might be, glowed yellow when they met angelās own. angel shook his head at the radio demon. his voice felt light ; as if it werenāt actually coming from his own body.
ā Ā Ā no - one else is cominā.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā he doesnāt know why itās the first thing he says, but itās a reassurance for both of them. this connection feels delicate ; one wrong move, and alastor didnāt have any reason not to rip him apart. why wasnāt he afraid ?Ā Ā Ā angelās gaze flickered down to the wound on his chest, and for a moment, he wishes heād grabbed some sort of first aid kit. something. anything.
#VERY LONG STARTER I APOLOGIZE (we've been plotting this one)#. šøļø YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( IāM RIGHT HERE ) ā± starters.#. šøļø EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ā± ic.#. ā” I COULD NEVER DEFINE ALL THAT YOU ARE TO ME ā± r-adio.
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@sirserpentine - ā youāre šššš šš šššš š
ššš, poor thing. come on, you need some sleep. ā
THEĀ LEATHERĀ BODYSUITĀ Ā that adorns the curves of his body feels cheaply made and uncomfortable against his skin, clinging to angel just a bit too tightly. this wasĀ PURPOSEFUL. Ā such outfits were not made to be kept on for too long Ā āøŗ Ā val only bought them to beĀ TORNĀ OFFĀ in fits of firey passion and violent heat.Ā angel supposed, though he never got confirmation beforehand, that a man willing to spend so muchĀ MONEYĀ -Ā enough to buy out the remaining time slots angel had for the evening Ā -Ā would be the sort looking to witness one of angelāsĀ š š š š š.
heād almost expected an overlord. Ā ššššĀ šššĀ -Ā ššššĀ šššššššššššĀ Ā looking to keep angel to himself for hours on end. angel had taken extra care in his makeup that eveningĀ Ā :Ā Ā ( Ā whenĀ theĀ eyelinerĀ wasĀ thickĀ enough,Ā nobodyĀ inĀ theirĀ rightĀ mindĀ wouldĀ payĀ attentionĀ toĀ theĀ bagsĀ formingĀ underĀ hisĀ eyes.Ā )Ā Ā the faux lust that painted his face, the cock of his hips in every step he took,Ā QUICKLY MELTED at the sight of the client in the hotel room.Ā Ā
the familiar face stood at the foot of the bed, glancing curiously around the hotel room with a basket in his hands, filled to the brim with a wide assortment of little gifts. pajamas that looked beyond antique, more resembling deep, blue robes. bottles of water, blankets. angel didnāt have a chance to say anything to the snake before pentious turned around with a startled yell, hurrying to cover his eyes and hand over the basket to aĀ BALKINGĀ angel dust.
the words are kind, theyāre gentle, and angel is holding the basket to his chest, feeling the exhaustion paint over the persona for just a brief second.Ā itās trueĀ ;Ā heāsĀ EXHAUSTED,Ā and as he wraps the blanket from the basket around his shoulders, it hits him all at once.
āĀ Ā hold on - Ā Ā ā Ā Ā angel put the basket down. his shoulders ached. Ā Ā āĀ Ā let me get this straight.Ā you fuckinā spentĀ moneyĀ on all my time slots, just toĀ . . . whatĀ ?Ā NOT fuckĀ ?Ā or is this some weird - ass kink shitĀ ?Ā because that, i can work with. Ā Ā ā
#. šøļø EATEN IN PIECES ; NOT MEANT TO BE KNOWN WHOLE ā± ic.#. šøļø YOU SAY YOU MISS ME ( IāM RIGHT HERE ) ā± starters.#. ā” BUT IāD NEVER SAY I LOVE YOU JUST TO HEAR YOU SAY IT BACK ā± sirserpentine.
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