Angel let out an agonizing hiss, sucking air through his sharp teeth as the poultice pressed against his wounds. Son of a bitch, he wasn't joking about it stinging like a motherfucker. Though it didn't go unnoticed by Angel that Alastor was being oddly... tender. The spider couldn't tell if Al was just repulsed to the idea of touching him or he was actually trying to be mindful.
Either way, this whole situation was aggravatingly confusing. The radio demon's words didn't seem to match with his actions. Or maybe they did? He couldn't tell what was the truth anymore. Switching off his brain, Angel just sat and let Alastor continue his work.
In the quiet stillness of Angel's darken room, he could hear the other demon muttering to himself as his hands worked over his body. It was too faint for him to make anything out and he couldn't help himself from be suspicious.
"You better not be putting some weird hex on me." Angel peered over his shoulder at Al with his one good eye.
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Either way, this whole situation was aggravatingly confusing. The radio demon's words didn't seem to match with his actions. Or maybe they did? He couldn't tell what was the truth anymore. Switching off his brain, Angel just sat and let Alastor continue his work.
In the quiet stillness of Angel's darken room, he could hear the other demon muttering to himself as his hands worked over his body. It was too faint for him to make anything out and he couldn't help himself from be suspicious.
"You better not be putting some weird hex on me." Angel peered over his shoulder at Al with his one good eye.