Can We Change Hell? - Hazbin Hotel

Angel And Husk

Content Warning - Drugs / Abuse

Angel POV:
10 minutes in and I want to go home. Charlie is not taking it easy. I understand why, but we have three whole days. Three out of six of us are doing something, the other three aren't doing anything, me being one of those three. Niffty and Husk being the other two. I wanted to talk to one of them to get to know them better. Niffty was moving way to fast for me to talk to her (like I was gonna try) so I went to the stage stairs on the side where Husk was. As I plopped down beside him, he immedietly asked, "What do you want?" I started playing. "Oh, rude much?" I said as I put one hand over my chest. "How can you talk in such a tone to new friends?" Husk looked away. "Maybe it's because I haven't had anything to drink yet, and my dad hid my alcohol!" He was getting a little angry. "Ok, ok! There's no need to get worked up!" I reached into my pocket and pulled out two cigarettes. "I'm not even supposed to have these," I said I a hushed tone. "I risked my life to sneak these out of the house, and Charlie would kill me if she caught us having these, so have it quick." He took it and extended his wing around us to hide them. "So, what's your major?" I asked to try and get a casual conversation started. He exhaled, blowing a long trail of smoke from his mouth. "Science I guess," he said. "Any particular branch of science?" He put the smoke in his mouth and shook his head. "Is this yours?" He asked when he took it out. "What, these? These are for babies. I just carry 'em around everywhere in case I get in trouble with my mom," Husk and I blew at the same time. I noticed a bruise on his neck. "What's this?" I pointed to it. Husk immedietly covered it. "It's nothing. Just...previous issues," That did not stop my concern. "Husk, you hesitated. What happened?" He looked down. "My dad happened. He caught me drinking again. This bruise is from last night. For no reason or provocation, he used the butt of a knife and struck solid," I didn't know how to react. I just scooched closer to him and hugged him tight, spirling my heart in circles and my face a deep shade of magenta.

Husk POV:
I completely froze. I hadn't been hugged since I was a baby when my mother was still alive, but Angel's hug felt different. His arms felt safe and secure. My throat started to burn after I told him a bit about my home life, but with him this close to me now, I just let the tears spill over, not caring who saw me at the moment. I never open up to anyone this quickly, but something about this four armed demon beside felt different. "I'm so sorry you have a home life like this, Husk. I truly am," Angel's voice was soft and soothing, relaxing me in seconds. I managed to turn my head a little to look at him. His head was resting on top of mine, eyes shut tightly, looking like he's about to cry himself. I just let myself sink further and further into his arms. I haven't felt this way in years. "I'm safe with you," I whispered to myself. "My dad was like yours. He forced every type of drug imaginable into me to the point where he intentionally hospitalized me on purpose. After my mom divorced him, he was convinced I was the cause of it. He tried to kill me until the police were called and he died in jail." I shimmied loose and bit. Angel let go, but I grabbed his hands and pulled him into a hug of my own and wrapped my wings around us. "We both have it pretty rough, huh?" I said softly. Angel sighed lightly. "Yeah," and tightened his grip. My chest started pounding and my forehead got hot. I don't know what I was feeling towards Angel, but it feels real.