message in a bottle ( accepting )
@apearlwrites wished: 🍂 - angel + jie ; for your muse to fall on top of mine
Inhuman reflexes were something he had been blessed to have, but there were times where even that failed. Times where fate made it clear it wanted him to fall,. Times like now.
And fuck did he fall hard.
A spike of pain crackled through his back upon impact. Lip drawn back, teeth gritted together - he was just about ready to snap at the cause of downfall. Except all of the immediate ire got lodged in the middle of his throat once he set his eyes on the weight on top of him. Only a sliver of thin air laid between their faces - mere centimeters.
His arms stayed put where they were - tightly encasing the other’s body on top of his own. Funny, he didn’t remember grappling the man during their descent. Guess those inhuman reflexes acted as a double edged sword when even the faintest whiff of harm came Angel’s way.
“The fuck,” he wheezed, barely above an airy whisper - still not moving to let go of the brunet.
