Angel didn't even pause to acknowledge Charlie as he stormed through the entrance hall. He was on the war path heading straight towards his room. He just wanted to escape again. As fast as his long legs could carry him he made it to his door and flung himself inside. The lock clicked behind him and he pressed his back against the cold wood. In his gut he knew that he wouldn't be alone for much longer.
Angel glance down at the stylish red jacket he was wearing and tugged at the collar. Why didn't he realize sooner that it smelt like him. Something about it was relaxing, reassuring... Fuck, Angel immediately hated himself for thinking that. He was mad at him right now. Angel fidgets in his spot when a flash of green distracted him. The money.
The memory of all those hands on his body came rushing back to flood him with shame and disgust. God, he must have looked the fool shaking his ass. Gritting his teeth he reached down to start tearing free the dirty money from his skirt and garters as if it burned his skin, tossing it carelessly to the floor. When the last bill fell the spider let's out a pitiful scream, sinking to the floor to bury his face in his hands.
Alastor paused outside of Angel's door at the scream. He glanced at his shadow who offered a helpless shrug before it darted inside to take in the situation.
The shadow flew over to Angel, knowing its master was watching and listening through its senses. It knelt down before Angel, reaching out to place a hand on top of the spider's head. Icy fingers ran through Angel's hair as the shadow offered what little comfort it could.
Alastor himself waited for a few minutes more before he teleported into the shadow's place, still holding his hand on Angel's head. He didn't say anything, merely allowing the quiet hiss of radio silence fill the room.
Angel had wanted to say something in the car but Alastor had cut him off. Now they were both safe to speak their minds without Vox or Valentino or whoever using it against them.
The appearance of the Shadow was actually a welcomed one. Angel didn't mind his presence and he found himself leaning into the cool inky touch. No longer under the effects of the drugs Val forced on him, the cold hand felt like an ice pack on his throbing head. But when the icy chill grew warm Angel flinched away. The master had arrived.
Fucking great. This is the second time Alastor witnessed him crying. Just kill him now. Would solve so many problems. Biting back his venom, Angel shrugged off Alastor's hand.
"Just stop it. Stop pretending that you care. I don't need or want your pity."
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Angel glance down at the stylish red jacket he was wearing and tugged at the collar. Why didn't he realize sooner that it smelt like him. Something about it was relaxing, reassuring... Fuck, Angel immediately hated himself for thinking that. He was mad at him right now. Angel fidgets in his spot when a flash of green distracted him. The money.
The memory of all those hands on his body came rushing back to flood him with shame and disgust. God, he must have looked the fool shaking his ass. Gritting his teeth he reached down to start tearing free the dirty money from his skirt and garters as if it burned his skin, tossing it carelessly to the floor. When the last bill fell the spider let's out a pitiful scream, sinking to the floor to bury his face in his hands.
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The shadow flew over to Angel, knowing its master was watching and listening through its senses. It knelt down before Angel, reaching out to place a hand on top of the spider's head. Icy fingers ran through Angel's hair as the shadow offered what little comfort it could.
Alastor himself waited for a few minutes more before he teleported into the shadow's place, still holding his hand on Angel's head. He didn't say anything, merely allowing the quiet hiss of radio silence fill the room.
Angel had wanted to say something in the car but Alastor had cut him off. Now they were both safe to speak their minds without Vox or Valentino or whoever using it against them.
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Fucking great. This is the second time Alastor witnessed him crying. Just kill him now. Would solve so many problems. Biting back his venom, Angel shrugged off Alastor's hand.
"Just stop it. Stop pretending that you care. I don't need or want your pity."
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