#take this as a parting gift sjsjdhddkdl

[spidrboots]

angel missing but not missing the vee tower. angel staring at the sweet messages from valentino, amidst the angry texts shouting through caps lock & not having anything nice to say. enjoying the privacy of the hotel & everyone’s basic respect, but not feeling like he entirely deserves it. missing the predictability of the pain. missing the moments, the calm before the storm, or perhaps when he’s in the eye of it, where he’s held & praised & made to feel like his body is precious & made of the finest, most fragile diamonds. like a wounded dog crawling back to the master who hurt him, if only because it’s familiar.