#threads: angel

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closed starter for @goldngods

“so,” angel said, much louder than necessary, just as santiago's eyes fluttered closed. his botched escape attempt had proven there was no advantage to be taken when santiago was napping. but if angel couldn’t break out through his usual means, then he'd at least make sure santiago was as unhappy as possible with his decision; for as long as angel was around, the guy wasn’t getting a wink of rest. “are these yours?” angel raised the fuzzy pink cuffs, one side still attached to his wrist, the other dangling free before he locked it back on to pick open again. “is that your thing? does this get you off? 'cause you don't look like you're going to kill me, and you're definitely not getting any ransom money. so what's the deal?”

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closed starter for @wargcds

angel  checked  his  phone  for  the  millionth  time  for  any  messages  from  his  contact.  nothing.  a  no-show,  it  seemed.  washing  down  his  annoyance  with  a  cosmopolitan,  angel  let  his  eyes  wander  around  the  room.  his previous experiences  at this bar had  been  pleasant  enough,  but  for  some  reason  it  made  him  uneasy  now,  its  very  air  constraining.  like  he’d  been  there  in  a  dream  since  then,  or  in  a  nightmare.

he  did  his  best  to  ignore  his  surroundings,  focusing  only  on  the  faces  inhabiting  it,  searching  for  someone  who  might  make  the  trip  over  worthwhile.  that’s  when  he  saw  him— a  bit  rugged,  brown  hair  graying  at  the  temples, very tired-looking. nice nose.

there  was  that  feeling  again,  that  pull,  the  sense  of  déjà  vu  so  strong  it  begged  for  an  explanation,  crashing  over  his  head  and  threatening  to  pull  him  under.

before  he  even had a chance to talk himself out of it, angel was standing by the man. “excuse  me,”  he  said,  trying  to  keep  his  tone  ambiguous  enough  to  be  played off as  as  a  come-on if necessary,  though  some  of  his  nervousness  shone  through  in  the  way  the  words  tumbled  out  of  his  mouth.  something  about  this  man  put  him  on  edge,  almost  as  much  as  it  beckoned  him.  “have  we  met  before?”

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open to: anyone !

muse: angel hernandez, spoiled brat who has her moments of sweetness too

“you’re really surprised I’m not talking to you right now? so we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t happen then? as if.”