Angel Dust

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

I sleep like a mess, I kind of expected that-

[he moves himself to get a little more awake, while still leaning on Angel groggily.]

I know.

Hey. Quit movin' so much. I'm tryna keep warm here.

[He managed to make it so his head was on Cash's chest. He snuggled in.]

Then put on some fuckin clothes, that might help, for starters.

[he giggles. He rubs angels arm with his hand to try and warm him up.]

Wait- why are you-

Oh. Ohhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh.

You never did hold your licor well.

Still true, huh?

You really want me to put on clothes? You were the one who wanted 'em off. Or maybe it was me. Don't remember.

Clearly. I don’t even remember taking the fucking things off-

I don’t think I was drunk enough to start asking you to do that. I’d probably have paid you, at least. Old habit. Usually slip into old habits when I’m drunk.

Meh.

It don't really matter, does it? They came off in the end. And we had such a good fuckin' time that we can't even remember.

Y'know it's a good fuckin' time when ya can't fuckin' remember what happened.

Mm… probably not very important if I can’t remember.

Either a good time or the worst one ever. I don’t think you’d give me a bad enough time for that, though. You’ve never given me a bad time.

I never give anyone a bad time. I'm fuckin' incapable.

I'm just that good.

Y'know?

Fuck yeah, you are. God, you’re just-

… wow. I-

I can’t even put to words how fucking awesome you are, Angie.

Uh-huh.

I'm cold.

[He pulls up the blanket more. Snuggling in as close as possible.]

I fuckin hate being cold.

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

I sleep like a mess, I kind of expected that-

[he moves himself to get a little more awake, while still leaning on Angel groggily.]

I know.

Hey. Quit movin' so much. I'm tryna keep warm here.

[He managed to make it so his head was on Cash's chest. He snuggled in.]

Then put on some fuckin clothes, that might help, for starters.

[he giggles. He rubs angels arm with his hand to try and warm him up.]

Wait- why are you-

Oh. Ohhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh.

You never did hold your licor well.

Still true, huh?

You really want me to put on clothes? You were the one who wanted 'em off. Or maybe it was me. Don't remember.

Clearly. I don’t even remember taking the fucking things off-

I don’t think I was drunk enough to start asking you to do that. I’d probably have paid you, at least. Old habit. Usually slip into old habits when I’m drunk.

Meh.

It don't really matter, does it? They came off in the end. And we had such a good fuckin' time that we can't even remember.

Y'know it's a good fuckin' time when ya can't fuckin' remember what happened.

Mm… probably not very important if I can’t remember.

Either a good time or the worst one ever. I don’t think you’d give me a bad enough time for that, though. You’ve never given me a bad time.

I never give anyone a bad time. I'm fuckin' incapable.

I'm just that good.

Y'know?

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

I sleep like a mess, I kind of expected that-

[he moves himself to get a little more awake, while still leaning on Angel groggily.]

I know.

Hey. Quit movin' so much. I'm tryna keep warm here.

[He managed to make it so his head was on Cash's chest. He snuggled in.]

Then put on some fuckin clothes, that might help, for starters.

[he giggles. He rubs angels arm with his hand to try and warm him up.]

Wait- why are you-

Oh. Ohhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh.

You never did hold your licor well.

Still true, huh?

You really want me to put on clothes? You were the one who wanted 'em off. Or maybe it was me. Don't remember.

Clearly. I don’t even remember taking the fucking things off-

I don’t think I was drunk enough to start asking you to do that. I’d probably have paid you, at least. Old habit. Usually slip into old habits when I’m drunk.

Meh.

It don't really matter, does it? They came off in the end. And we had such a good fuckin' time that we can't even remember.

Y'know it's a good fuckin' time when ya can't fuckin' remember what happened.

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

I sleep like a mess, I kind of expected that-

[he moves himself to get a little more awake, while still leaning on Angel groggily.]

I know.

Hey. Quit movin' so much. I'm tryna keep warm here.

[He managed to make it so his head was on Cash's chest. He snuggled in.]

Then put on some fuckin clothes, that might help, for starters.

[he giggles. He rubs angels arm with his hand to try and warm him up.]

Wait- why are you-

Oh. Ohhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh.

You never did hold your licor well.

Still true, huh?

You really want me to put on clothes? You were the one who wanted 'em off. Or maybe it was me. Don't remember.

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

I sleep like a mess, I kind of expected that-

[he moves himself to get a little more awake, while still leaning on Angel groggily.]

I know.

Hey. Quit movin' so much. I'm tryna keep warm here.

[He managed to make it so his head was on Cash's chest. He snuggled in.]

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[he groans.]

Ughh- I’m- I’m up, I’m up, okay?

… sweetheart?

[he hadn’t heard that one in months. He liked it.]

Mmn.

You look like a mess.

[Despite wanting him to get up, Angel snuggles closer. Holding on to him under the blanket.]

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[he stirred for a moment before nuzzling his face into the crook of angels neck. He groaned in his sleep as he adjusted himself but he went quiet after that. He shivers, likely from kicking half of the blankets off of himself earlier.]

mmn.

Cash, sweetheart. It's fuckin' noon.

Cmon. Wake up.

[cash was still in angels bed by the time Angel had started to wake up. Cash was curled around Angel, hugging him in his sleep. He was loudly snoring, too, clearly without the intention of waking up anytime soon. He’d half uncovered himself from the blankets, one leg hanging off the bed entirely.

Despite everything, though, he seemed to be cozy right where he was, nestled next to Angel.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[He woke - vaguely remembering last night. Looking over and seeing Cash.

Regret. Guilt. Scared. This wouldn't last.

. . . But he could pretend it would.

He snuggled into Cash. Getting cozy there against him.]

[a pressed flower in this one. A rose tucked neatly in the paper.]

I was saving this for a rainy day back while we were still a thing. I thought you’d like it. Feels weird, parting with it. Knowing it was supposed to be a lot more than… just a thing I give you to get it out of my apartment.

I’ve considered moving a couple of times since everything happened but I think you’ve kept me here. I’m always worried something is gonna happen and you’re gonna look for me and I won’t be there. I don’t plan on leaving this dingy ass place any time soon, if you need me.

Just shoot me a call if you ever need it, Angie Angel.

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[It had been the 10th letter he found; right before he was meant to go to bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just him being delirious.

He finally decided to call, speaking in a quiet, sleepy, drunk voice.]

. . . Cash?

[he picks up almost instantly. His voice is groggy- drunk too, it seems.]

angie? did you need-

holy fuck, shit shit shit, you called me! i have so much to tell you- did you actually get my letters? I-

[he prattles on for far too long. he seems to have been preparing himself for this for a little too long, but there’s a loud thud followed by a series of “ow ow fuck ow-“ and other words that normally follow.]

Mmn. . . Found alll the fuckin' letters..mnn..

[There's a sound like he's rolling over in bed.]

Thanks for the money and shit.

… how drunk are you?

[he hauls himself onto the couch again- there’s a soft thud of something toppling over next to him. A bottle.]

uhhhh, of course. I mean, I really owe you a whole lot more cause of how bad I fucked up-

I'm nnoot drrunkk. .

Noo, it's- it's fuckin' fine. . You're fiiiinnnee. . . Forgot why we stopped talkin' anyywaaaay.

… I don’t buy it. I mean, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been drunk most of the time, just not… now.

It’s- it’s really not. I…

I don’t know how you could have forgotten, though. Probably the alcohol. I’m sure when you look at this call in the morning when you’re sober you’ll know exactly why and regret calling.

Mmnn. .

Welll...I missyou. .

You should come over.

Me too.

… yeah, I could do that.

Be there in five… love you.

Okkaay. . .

Uh-huh. Ilove you too.

[a pressed flower in this one. A rose tucked neatly in the paper.]

I was saving this for a rainy day back while we were still a thing. I thought you’d like it. Feels weird, parting with it. Knowing it was supposed to be a lot more than… just a thing I give you to get it out of my apartment.

I’ve considered moving a couple of times since everything happened but I think you’ve kept me here. I’m always worried something is gonna happen and you’re gonna look for me and I won’t be there. I don’t plan on leaving this dingy ass place any time soon, if you need me.

Just shoot me a call if you ever need it, Angie Angel.

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[It had been the 10th letter he found; right before he was meant to go to bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just him being delirious.

He finally decided to call, speaking in a quiet, sleepy, drunk voice.]

. . . Cash?

[he picks up almost instantly. His voice is groggy- drunk too, it seems.]

angie? did you need-

holy fuck, shit shit shit, you called me! i have so much to tell you- did you actually get my letters? I-

[he prattles on for far too long. he seems to have been preparing himself for this for a little too long, but there’s a loud thud followed by a series of “ow ow fuck ow-“ and other words that normally follow.]

Mmn. . . Found alll the fuckin' letters..mnn..

[There's a sound like he's rolling over in bed.]

Thanks for the money and shit.

… how drunk are you?

[he hauls himself onto the couch again- there’s a soft thud of something toppling over next to him. A bottle.]

uhhhh, of course. I mean, I really owe you a whole lot more cause of how bad I fucked up-

I'm nnoot drrunkk. .

Noo, it's- it's fuckin' fine. . You're fiiiinnnee. . . Forgot why we stopped talkin' anyywaaaay.

… I don’t buy it. I mean, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been drunk most of the time, just not… now.

It’s- it’s really not. I…

I don’t know how you could have forgotten, though. Probably the alcohol. I’m sure when you look at this call in the morning when you’re sober you’ll know exactly why and regret calling.

Mmnn. .

Welll...I missyou. .

You should come over.

[a pressed flower in this one. A rose tucked neatly in the paper.]

I was saving this for a rainy day back while we were still a thing. I thought you’d like it. Feels weird, parting with it. Knowing it was supposed to be a lot more than… just a thing I give you to get it out of my apartment.

I’ve considered moving a couple of times since everything happened but I think you’ve kept me here. I’m always worried something is gonna happen and you’re gonna look for me and I won’t be there. I don’t plan on leaving this dingy ass place any time soon, if you need me.

Just shoot me a call if you ever need it, Angie Angel.

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[It had been the 10th letter he found; right before he was meant to go to bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just him being delirious.

He finally decided to call, speaking in a quiet, sleepy, drunk voice.]

. . . Cash?

[he picks up almost instantly. His voice is groggy- drunk too, it seems.]

angie? did you need-

holy fuck, shit shit shit, you called me! i have so much to tell you- did you actually get my letters? I-

[he prattles on for far too long. he seems to have been preparing himself for this for a little too long, but there’s a loud thud followed by a series of “ow ow fuck ow-“ and other words that normally follow.]

Mmn. . . Found alll the fuckin' letters..mnn..

[There's a sound like he's rolling over in bed.]

Thanks for the money and shit.

… how drunk are you?

[he hauls himself onto the couch again- there’s a soft thud of something toppling over next to him. A bottle.]

uhhhh, of course. I mean, I really owe you a whole lot more cause of how bad I fucked up-

I'm nnoot drrunkk. .

Noo, it's- it's fuckin' fine. . You're fiiiinnnee. . . Forgot why we stopped talkin' anyywaaaay.

[a pressed flower in this one. A rose tucked neatly in the paper.]

I was saving this for a rainy day back while we were still a thing. I thought you’d like it. Feels weird, parting with it. Knowing it was supposed to be a lot more than… just a thing I give you to get it out of my apartment.

I’ve considered moving a couple of times since everything happened but I think you’ve kept me here. I’m always worried something is gonna happen and you’re gonna look for me and I won’t be there. I don’t plan on leaving this dingy ass place any time soon, if you need me.

Just shoot me a call if you ever need it, Angie Angel.

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[It had been the 10th letter he found; right before he was meant to go to bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just him being delirious.

He finally decided to call, speaking in a quiet, sleepy, drunk voice.]

. . . Cash?

[he picks up almost instantly. His voice is groggy- drunk too, it seems.]

angie? did you need-

holy fuck, shit shit shit, you called me! i have so much to tell you- did you actually get my letters? I-

[he prattles on for far too long. he seems to have been preparing himself for this for a little too long, but there’s a loud thud followed by a series of “ow ow fuck ow-“ and other words that normally follow.]

Mmn. . . Found alll the fuckin' letters..mnn..

[There's a sound like he's rolling over in bed.]

Thanks for the money and shit.

[a pressed flower in this one. A rose tucked neatly in the paper.]

I was saving this for a rainy day back while we were still a thing. I thought you’d like it. Feels weird, parting with it. Knowing it was supposed to be a lot more than… just a thing I give you to get it out of my apartment.

I’ve considered moving a couple of times since everything happened but I think you’ve kept me here. I’m always worried something is gonna happen and you’re gonna look for me and I won’t be there. I don’t plan on leaving this dingy ass place any time soon, if you need me.

Just shoot me a call if you ever need it, Angie Angel.

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[It had been the 10th letter he found; right before he was meant to go to bed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just him being delirious.

He finally decided to call, speaking in a quiet, sleepy, drunk voice.]

. . . Cash?

[more money tucked into this one.]

Hope you’ll treat yourself to something nice for me. Either that or your pig. He deserves the world

And if you’re gonna buy coke with it, do me a favor and get the good shit and not the shit off the streets. Sometimes I worry about you. Be safe out there, Angel.

[a heart. Not scratched out this time.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[Fuck.]

I lied.

About throwing away the cologne? I lied. It’s still here. I lied because it’s half empty on my dresser. Didn’t feel right to let if go just yet. Not until you confirmed with me that it was yours or not.

Had to dig it out of the trash. Hands smelled like trash for five minutes until I realized I had cologne to… well, fix it.

My room smells like you again. Maybe you’re haunting that fucking bottle?

[a heart is scratched out beside his name.]

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[Call. I need to call. No. Fuck. You're so fucking stupid-]

I know you’re not reading these. That’s okay- you don’t have a single good reason to. I get it. Guess I can talk to the void for a bit then.

I know I fucked up. I think it was just… worse because I doubled down. I’m fucking stupid for that. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said half the things I said. Desperation does mean things to the mind, I guess

That’s probably the smartest sentence I’ve written. Not that it’ll ever be seen.

I love you.

I need a better way to end these fucking letters, Jesus Christ

- @cash-at-sinnerscenter

[I should text. I should text. Fuck. I should text. No. Fuck.]