each word was like an icy plunge to his chest, even if he could break free of his invisible tethers, val always had that silver tongue to put him back under lock and fucking key. “ he ‘neva stood by me in life, the afterlife ain’t any different.. “ there came that crippling self doubt under the influence of valentino’s words, he was at the mercy of each syllable. once cherri was mentioned his eyes averted from the overlord’s face to shield his pained expression. “ i would nev’a leave her. not unless i could get her to come ‘wit me.” they both done stupid shit in life and death and even if he didn’t qualify for it she sure as shit did.
cherri was something else. someone worth SAVING.
if angel were to ever divulge his weakness out loud, not that it mattered, val already knew. his weak spot was cherri always had been since they met; she was the real deal. hell, if he was straight he’d probably snapped her up years ago. at the gentle hold on his waist he seemed to relax slightly in the pimp’s grip, although he refused to meet his gaze as one hand pressed up against his chest. “ val, ya forgot to mention; YOURSELF. “ the moth demon had been there since day fucking one and was probably the only person angel had turned to in times of major crisis.
“ what if there is more to death than fuck’in around and do’in drugs? we could find out, we could be better, together.“
val’s grin widens as he watches angel start to deflate, shoulders drooping as the weight of what he’s doing finally starts to sink in. he starts coming up with another round of harsh reminders, to tell him that cherri is just as much a sinner as the rest of the demons in hell, and she seems even more reluctant to trust ‘redemption’ than angel does.
but then he feels angel’s hand on his chest. small and warm and h i s . val lets his hand slip from angel’s waist to press it over his hand, and he closes the distance between them with a gentle kiss to angel’s cheek.
“you’re sweet.” he says, his voice soft and calm and gentle and so very unlike him. “and y’know... it ain’t a bad idea.” and then he growls, tightening his grip on angel’s hand. “but that sounds fuckin’ boring. and i ain’t givin’ up everything i worked for just for a new pair’a wings.” he chuckles and pulls angel close, pressing the spider’s head against his torso. “and if ya ask, every fuckin’ person that gives half a shit about you is gonna say the same thing. ain’t nothin’ important enough to a sinner t’ get ‘em t’ leave all’a this behind. not you. not nothin’.”
he runs a hand through angel’s hair with an almost exasperated sigh. “angel cakes, all i’m tryna do is keep you safe. y’know i hate watchin’ ya hurt y’self. and that’s all this is gonna do.”
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