The bottle ~ Huskerdust au!

[•|_The Thoughts_|•]

[•|_Husks POV_|•]

I was staring to walk away from Angels door, still worried, and headed back to my room. I was still thinking about the red substance on Angels wrist and the sound of his muffled voice.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and ended up walking into someone. "Shit- sorry I didn- oh shit!" I said realising a had walked into Alastor, the radio demon himself. Fuck.

"Husker? Why are you walking away from Angel Dust's door?" He asked in his usual staticy voice. "No reason" I replied, keeping my voice free from worry. "Are you sure there's 'no reason'? Out of everyone in the hotel, your the last soul I would think of to be walking away from Angels room" He pressed. "Yes im fucking sure" I replied, slightly pissed off now. "Now now sour puss" He said with a small chuckle at the end.

I gave a slight growl at Alastor, wishing that I could just kill him right then and there, but for many reasons, I cant. He just chuckled and left in a shadow.

I was pissed off but what he said made me realise something... why was I at Angels door? Because I was worried about him? Why the fuck was I worried about Angel? All Angel is, is an annoying porn star who doesn't deserve my pity, right...?

I shook my head to try clear these thoughts, but I couldn't. I had gotten to my room and laid on my bed, starting up at the ceiling whilst having these thoughts.

I was only pulled out of these thoughts when I heard a knock on my door. Who the fuck was that and what the fuck do they want? I sighed, rolled my eyes and walked over to the door, opening it and saw Angel stood there, looking worried and slightly embarrassed.

All my thought from before filled my head again, now with worry for Angel. It appeared as though he was clutching his side as though he was in pain.

"Angel wha- wha- why... Ahem- why are you here..?" I asked, looking at the side he was clutching. "I-I need your help..." He replied, looking away. "You need my help?!" I asked, astonished. He nodded.

I blinked then nodded. "I can try my best... but I cant guarantee that I can be of perfect help." I said, inviting him in.

I closed the door after him and turned around, watching him. "You can sit on the chair, its ok. I don't mind if it gets dirty" I said, walking over to him. As he sat down, I sat on the bed looking at him while trying to hide the worry on my face.

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WHY AM I ACTUALLY KINDA PROUD AT MY WRITING?!?

IM GONNA POST ANGEL EXPLAINING THE WOUND TO HUSK IN ANGELS POV SOON!!!

THIS IS RLLY FUN TO WRITE!!!