found an angel wandering around last night. it was standing in the street dazed, looking up at a flourescent light. didn't want it to get hit by a car so i tried to nudge it onto the sidewalk but it started getting agitated when it realized i was there. poor thing seems to be almost totally blind; there's a crack in its halo so maybe that's why. i managed to leash it and that calmed it down a bit. ended up bringing it home and it's just been sitting on my bedroom floor staring at the ceiling light. anyone know what angels eat?
it seems to like fruit loops well enough. i guess they're halo shaped. doesn't have much of an appetite.
it was grimy as hell when i found it. i got it into the bathtub but it didn't seem to know how to wash itself. it really doesn't like being touched but i had to clean it up myself. spent a while digging caked on dirt out of its back feathers while it squirmed around in the tub.
seems like it can't really see or hear much, and one of its arms is cracked off like a marble statue. weird, since the rest of it is so soft to the touch. its halo is all cracked and chipped as well. maybe it did get hit by a car or something.
it doesn't want to sleep anywhere but the floor. seems a bit less stressed now that it's clean and fed, though. once it found the little pillow nest i made it at the foot of my bed, it curled right up and went to sleep. i can hear its halo quietly vibrating down there. kind of sounds like it's purring.
it's warming up to me a little. still doesn't like being touched but it'll nuzzle into my hand sometimes while i work. got it a dog bed and put it under my desk, and it seems mostly content to lie down there during the day.
sometimes it'll wander around the house. i hear it knock shit over occasionally, and i usually find it on the ground covering its head in shame. i don't know how to tell the poor thing that knocking over a lamp is not a big deal and also pretty understandable for a blind angel in an unfamiliar space. i usually just bring it back to its spot under my desk. it squirms like a cat a bit when i pick it up but doesn't stop me. it's a lot lighter than i would've expected.
one time i was playing music while cleaning and found it pressing its head against the speaker. maybe it can hear a little after all? maybe the vibrations remind it of other angels. maybe it's just a black sabbath fan lol.
gave it an oversized bad religion t-shirt to wear. i doubt it appreciates the irony but looking at its bare ass all the time was giving me bad ideas. i'm pretty sure if i tried to fuck it i'd get struck by lightning or something. probably.
the angel figured out how to use the volume controls on my speaker and keeps turning it all the way up. anytime i play something it doesnt like it'll come pester me until i change it. would be really cute if it wasn't so picky. all it wants to listen to is metal. how the fuck did i manage to adopt the world's only metalhead angel?
brought it on a hike earlier. it's been in my apartment for a while and i was worried it was going stir crazy. it was pretty slow going cause i had to help it not trip over roots and stuff but it seemed to be enjoying the fresh air. we passed a radio tower at one point and it wouldn't stop staring at it.
i had to pick it up a couple times to navigate some rocky areas and it doesn't seem to mind anymore. by the end i swear it was enjoying it. it's light enough that i can lift it one-handed and hold it against my chest, it'd just put its arm around my shoulders and sit there looking smug.
we were both completely beat by the time we got home, though. tucked the angel into its dog bed and collapsed into mine. right as i was about to pass out, though, i felt it worm its way into my bed and curl up in my arms. dreamt i was flying.
when i woke up it was back in its own bed. it seems kinda embarrassed about it this morning. i guess cuddling is like third base for an angel or something.
hi all. it's been a while. let me explain why.
it started when i brought the angel to a house show a few weeks ago. i was kinda worried about the number of people, and it did spend most of the night hiding under my jacket, but it seemed like it was enjoying itself. got a lot of compliments on its halo.
i drank a few beers while we were there, and i got one for the angel too. once it figured out how to extract the beer from the can, it seemed to like it. we were both pretty drunk by the time we left, and it was being a lot clingier than usual. i guess angels are lightweights. figures.
when we got home it grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bathtub. it'd never done that before, but i figured it was just feeling grimy from the show. it was squirming around more than usual while i dug the dirt out of its back feathers, though, and when i was halfway done, i realized it had been fucking fingering itself the whole time.
now, i know what i said about getting struck by lightning and all that, but to be honest i was still pretty drunk at this point. so i did what any responsible intoxicated angel owner would do: i stopped grooming it, lifted it up by the hips, and ate it out until it was a trembling mess in the bottom of the tub.
so. do you want to know why i've been gone for a month? here's another question: did you know that angel cum is an extremely potent aphrodisiac? because i sure fucking didn't!! i got a mouthful of it and...honestly my memory is a little hazy but i'm pretty sure i spent a whole month fucking that stupid thing. not only is it a little wierdo, it's a pervert too.
at any rate, i haven't been smitten yet and i guess i've built up a tolerance to angel cum. the angel, for its part, doesn't seem particularly bothered about the whole situation. it's sleeping under my desk right now, with some conspicuously wet inner thighs. smug little bastard.
