Destined For You

Chapter Seven (Husk)

The clock in the hotel struck one in the morning. Husker's ears perked up at the sound, lifting his head from the bar to look at it. He couldn't read it, his eyes were far from perfect, but he knew it was late. And Angel wasn't back.

The fur on the back of his neck began to prickle up with unease, his mind swimming with every bad possibility. He hadn't meant for his feelings for Angel Dust to get so strong to the point that if the spider was just a little late he got worried... or he'd feel jealousy twisting his insides whenever he saw Angel with someone else.

He loved him. He'd admitted that before.

His claws found the bottle again, lifting it up and bringing the rim to his lips, letting the amber liquid flood his mouth. He grimaced slightly, not from the burn, but the sheer amount of alcohol his body was bearing at the moment. His drinking was bad enough as it is, but all because of his worry he drank more than usual to drown those terrible thoughts out. It didn't work.

The feathers on the tip of his tail rustled with each twitch, brushing against the shelves behind him. His wings hung low, eyes heavy. He was exhausted but fought back sleep no matter how hard it was tugging at him, he told himself he wouldn't let himself pass out until he knew Angel was safe.

He didn't have a phone, so he had no way of communicating with Angel while the spider demon was out. He had to wait.

Suddenly, he heard a sudden static sound beside him. His lips curled back in a snarl as he recognised the sound.

"Why, Shouldn't you be in bed, Husker?" Alastor purred, stepping a little closer, his heeled shoes clicking against the shined wooden floor.

"It ain't none of your goddamn business what I do!" Husk snapped back, his words jumbling together in a stupid slur.

Alastor's smile just widened, his hand reaching out towards Husk. If he wasn't as drunk as he was he probably would've scratched the shit out of that arm.

Instead, he simply swatted it away with a low growl, the fur down his back bristling and ears pinned. He didn't even bother to say anything else, especially after his last interaction with Alastor.

The radio demon pulled his hand away, still smiling, as usual. He pulled it away and brushed it down his red tattered coat, as he usually did whenever he petted Husk like some mistreated pet. Their interactions were never that long, not long but fucking annoying. He knew Al did it for that exact reason, for the annoyed, entertaining reaction he knew he'd get.

Husk especially, he wasn't one to hold his temper or control his anger, the perfect prey for someone as fucking irritating as Al. He knew Alastor was probably in bed before all this, he'd just got up and melded downstairs to him just for a reaction to feel good about. If he was being honest, there was a very slim change the radio demon wouldn't get a reaction. His mere presence made Husk want to jump in a hellfire pit and let himself burn.

He watched as Alastor teasingly melted into the darkness, his shadow consuming him as he became it.

As if on cue, as Al left, the hotel's doors swung open, revealing Angel Dust's silhouette and glowing pink eyes. Husk's eyes fixed on the spider demon as he walked, he was limping slightly, hunched over and his arms were wrapped around himself. Mascara ran down his face like he'd been crying.

"Shit." Husk hissed, flying out from behind the bar, stumbling a bit. Angel walked right past him as if he weren't there. "Angel?"

The spider demon reached the stairs and paused, haunches slumping. Husk watched him look over his shoulder, revealing those gorgeous pink eyes he could drown in. Usually they were full of joy, sass and warmth but tonight.. all he saw was anguish and pain.