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Angel knew what a demon looked like when he had hearts everywhere.
He knew it far too much. That pimp-moth bastard. His damned heart glasses and coat.
Oh, that asshole did know how to use romantic symbols like hearts or red smoke, but clearly not in a romantic way. Hearts everywhere, pink and red everywhere, incense and perfume smells everywhere, but not once single ounce of comfort, warmth or safety.
Sometimes, out of the blue, Angel would feel that disgusting, characteristic cologne scent going to his head, until he just wanted to vomit. He would feel that tight grip on every of his limbs, then those filthy hands crawling onto his body. He would feel that nasty, pervert, lustful gaze on him, staring at him like the most wanted fucking piece of meat he’d turned him into.
“I love you, Angelcakes”. Bullshit. If that meant treat him like shit, abuse him and let others abuse him, never give him a choice, blackmail him, beat him and insult him, and then come back with his sweetest voice, fake apologies and stupid gifts, then yeah, he fucking did love him.
Sometimes, Angel caught himself thinking about all that. How could he let that piece of garbage lure into all that? How could he be so naive, reckless and desperate to believe one single word of those crappy promises? How could he be such a fool and lower his walls so easily, after an entire life of being in the mafia and never letting anyone know about it?
Well, he knew. Like any manipulative fucker, Val had used every single of his weaknesses to catch him in his claws and make him unable to leave. The drugs, the loneliness, the need for protection down here, the dreams of fame, glamour and glitter, the possibility to have as much sex as he wanted and get paid for it… Every ingredient was there, and the pimp just had to dose out and adjust to have the perfect recipe for a good little whore at his entire mercy.
He had taken Angel’s heart, keeping him safe, treating and cherishing him like the most precious jewel… but only to drop it and smash it in thousands of pieces, day by day, as soon as he’d started to show his real self. So, no matter how many damned hearts displayed on his stupid clothes and accessories, that piece of trash clearly didn’t have a heart.
Husk did.
Also, he had hearts everywhere. Even more everywhere. And they were incredibly adorable.
Most of those heart shapes could be visible at first sight or almost, but all along their relationship, Angel had the chance – the privilege! – to discover the most discreet ones, like the yellow heart-shaped pads on his paws and also his feet.
The big difference was that, even if most of the heart shapes could be noticed quite easily on Husk, they were not that obvious, and it could take a while to notice them. On the contrary, when it came to Val, they were outrageously obvious, those damned huge pink heart-shaped glasses and all the bright red little hearts on that blasted boa.
Again, maybe Angel over-analyzed it, but he couldn’t help thinking of how it fit his relationships. With his pimp, it was purely superficial; that moth bastard had captured him with honeyed words and sweet promises, spoiling him and pampering him like the most perfect boyfriend during a few months, but it was all a huge fucking lie. With Husk, everything was different; just like he had hearts on unexpected or even hidden parts of his body, he showed himself to be a very cold and indifferent man, until he and Angel started getting closer, and oh Lucifer the spider had never felt treated that good, sometimes he feared he would just wake up from a sweet dream.
But Husk was there, he would be there for him. Always. And sometimes, when he felt alone, unwanted, Angel would focus on his boyfriend, and all the cute little hearts he’d found on his body.
A heart-shaped nose.
Hearts above his eyes.
Hearts on his ears.
Hearts on his paws.
Hearts all over his wings.
Now, Angel knew what a demon looked like when he had hearts everywhere, and a real heart.
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