Nov 22, 2025
And she’s laughing.
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And she’s laughing.
"I really gotta give the hotel group some dance lessons. Ya' all look like ya got two left feet."
Angel stared at his reflection, fingertips brushing against his face as he leaned into the mirror, on tippie toes to reach over the tall boudoir. The bleached, pink streaked curls rested over olive toned skin, untainted by bruises like the form he remembered on his last days. He was dressed in pink, mascara and eyeshadow bringing out the emerald color of his eyes. He felt....a lot of things. This is the way he wished he looked in life, always fancying dresses and heels and makeup. But the one time he had attempted to even put on rouge his father beat him black and blue. It felt wrong and right and sad and happy. And all he could do was just stare at himself.
"Been forever since I only had two hands..." The arachnid mused, gaze falling to the case tucked under his bed. He pulled it out and procured a simple, old alto saxophone, pursing his lips as he grabbed the mouthpiece, popping a reed between his lips to moisten it. The echo of familiarity for his human features felt so strange to him now, even as muscle memory served him well. He was feeling the shadow of memories near a century gone. He placed the reed into the mouth piece and adjusted the vice, beginning to play an old tune from his youth, a jazzy little number from a time past, eyes falling shut as he lost himself to the melody. For just a moment he was a closeted young man, chasing the approval of a Father that hated everything about him, only able to escape through the music and the drugs.
The song was one he used to play in dedication to the man he fell in love with. The one that made him aware of his true heart and who he was meant to be. He was slightly sure no one knew the melody anyway, it having not been popular since 1934, when it released.
"Ooooooh its gettin' SPICY in the hotel tonight."
// comparison for angel's height now v then
"My clothes all have too many fuckin' arm holes for bein human. And everything is too big. Naked under a robe it is~"
"Wait we're flashin cock for free?"