Angel never took off his thigh high socks, not with past lovers or clients. They were all fleeting parts of his life, only showing up occasionally when they needed something from him. He had never felt like he was in a safe place, always yearning for someone to truly care about him and not who he was in the streets or on camera. He had always wanted someone to love him for himself, never the facade they saw of him, he had put up barriers to protect himself from being vulnerable. Everyone in hell had to do so so they wouldn't be taken advantage of.
Cherri was the exception, they had been friends since they arrived in hell and had been through everything together. Bonding from shared trauma in exes and deciding to externalize their feelings toward others in harsh ways and outbursts, coping with what they loved most, they loved them so much that they died doing what they depended on.
Cherri had been there through angels overdoses and episodes. She had supported him when he needed it most. Nobody else had the pleasure of seeing Angel like she did.
When Angel arrived at the hotel hoping to get better, hoping carelessly that he could be redeemed, he had met people that wanted to help him. He had never felt more accepted than he did at the hotel even when he had to give up things he depended on. When he met husk he had never imagined the future ahead of him with the winged feline. Only sneaking glances from afar hoping that he would muster up enough courage to let his barriers down and talk to him.
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Stilettos and thigh highs
FanfictionAngel always felt self conscious of his body, especially his thighs, never letting them see the light of day, putting up a facade and thriving on his hyper sexuality to protect who he really was, wanting someone to care for him like he never was bef...
