SpiderDoll 😈😈 (idk if thats even the canon ship name ERM. ill keep thinking of sumth 💪)
Web of Love. Is that good? :0
ANYWAY 😭. I fear we need more of that here :3
So. How did the two meet? And what were some of their favorite pastimes to do together :3
I wan insane selfship ramblings teehee
(The ship name is actually Vidangel because I didn't get as far as a creative one lol. Vidangel also happens to be the name of a streaming service that lets you censor out swears or inappropriate scenes in shows. I keep trying to think of a better one tho lol)
(There's admittedly not much I have concrete for how they met and got together, so I'm winging most of this. apologies for the drop in quality, I'm not used to writing this long in first person with an accent lol. I'm also not sure what I'm doing, so sorry if this is out of character aaaaaa-)
Angel: We met the night she arrived at the hotel. I'd just gotten back from work, and Huskie told me we had a new guest.
I was a tired mess, and just wanted a drink before I zonked out for the night, so I didn't much appreciate the mini lecture from Vaggie tellin' me to keep my usual jokes under wraps around this new chick. I said I'd play nice, but she's gotta get used to it if she's gonna be livin' in this hellhole.
I settled at the bar, lookin' around for Charlie, and spotted her and 'smiles chattin' up some imp and hellhound across the lobby. Trailin like an awkward duckling behind 'em.
She looked like a tiny anxious wreck. Visibly nauseous, holdin' back tears, tremblin'- She only had a backpack full of stuff to her name, too, so I figured she couldn'ta been down here long.
The hellborns went with her down one of the halls to help get her settled. Once they got back, they were about to leave, and she hugged the imp real tight. Poor little ears and tail were pressed down, too.
After some exchange I couldn't hear, the hellborns left, and Charlie led her over to the bar. Husk offered her a drink, she asked for a water instead, and I guess it was the first time she noticed I was there, because when she looked over, those little doe eyes of hers got real big.
I was tired, but I wasn't blind. I could see the little blush on her cheeks, and I was familiar with it. I'll do female clients Valentino sends me for extra, but I didn't want 'er gettin' her hopes up for anythin' regular. I knew I had to nip it in the bud before she got in too deep.
I told her she was sweet, but I didn't do chicks, and she got real embarrassed at that. Corrected me right away.
She said she didn't want a night with me, she just thought I was soft.
Not attractive, not appetizing, not her weird little fantasies come true- but... soft. I think she really wanted to feel my fluff, but I wasn't about to offer when I was in desperate need of a shower- for uh, obvious reasons.
After a while, she started gettin' closer with everybody, 'specially me 'n Husk. When we found out she gave her soul to Alastor, the both of us gave her an earful, but he seems to treat her nice, so we let it go for the time bein'...
She became a busy little thing, always runnin' errands, or singin' in the kitchens when she thought we couldn't hear. Sometimes she'd show up to make sure I got home safe after work, and everything seemed okay for the time bein'
Then came the day I found out about her past.
It was late. She'd had a stressful day, gettin' overwhelmed from an errand gone sour, forgettin' to take care of herself, her ever persistent anxiety... Everyone had already gone to sleep, but I was still up gettin' ready for bed.
I heard a knock on my door, and- 'lo and behold, here's a little doe, half my height, trembling and cryin'. She asked me if she could come in, since Alastor, Husk AND Pentious hadn't responded when she tried them first, so I let her in.
She awkwardly got settled on my bed while I finished my routine, and when I came back, seemed to feel better since Fat Nuggets curled up on her. I asked her what happened, and she told me about how she'd had a real bad nightmare reguardin' her old job.
I'm not sure how it happened exactly, but I offered a hug, and somehow that turned into us curled up together while she told me her life story. It... it was really nice. We talked about all sorts, and the next thing I knew, she'd fallen asleep right there in my arms. I didn't have the heart to move her, and... it felt nice having someone in bed with you without any expectations besides comfort and safety...
Over the next while, I... It's just real hard not to compliment and casually flirt with a sweetheart like her, 'specially when it's a habit you do with everybody, and you've seen how cute 'n shy she gets about it.
She started comin' to me when she was anxious, and look up at me with wide eyes until I gave her a hug. She'd grin when I did, always wagging her tail, stuffing her face in my fluff and making those happy little deer sounds...
After one particularly brutal work day, she took it upon herself to help me clean and patch up every time I came home. If she heard me breaking down in my room, she'd come in and be the one to hold **me**. No matter how irritable or drunk or high or dismissive I was- no matter what idiotic thing I said to her, she'd stay and sing something to help numb the pain...
I always apologized after. She said she understood what it was like to be at your worst and not want anyone makin' you feel like something that needs to be put back together. She understood because
She made me feel loved in a way that didn't hurt.
She didn't SAY anything about it for the longest time, but I could tell after one particularly emotional night that she felt guilty about something. When she referred to me as a best friend, she said it with a sort of melancholy smile, she gave me space, she stopped herself from sayin things before they came out- actin' awkward. Lookin' upset all the time, holding back tears-
So one night, she was with me in bed after a long work day. Everything hurt, I felt hopeless, and was just kind of existing. Charlie'd cleaned out my crack storage, and I was tryna stay sober, but I'd've done anything for either-
And I looked down at her squished up against me, sleepy, comfy, completely relaxed... and it just... I just felt better, lookin' at her. I gave in and kissed her forehead, she stretched, she curled up and sighed, mumbling
Then I suddenly knew what that something in my chest was this whole time. I hadn't felt it since the good days with Val.
I looked down at her, she was frozen stock still, face flushed, looking horrified with herself.
I just held her as she started to cry. After a bit of coaxing, she finally spilled it all.
She thought she was imposing on me- disrespecting me- thought I was way out of her leagues, and that there was no *reason* for me to want **her**. She hadn't said anything because she didn't want me to feel guilty or to pity her because I was gay and didn't like girls- She didn't want me to put distance between us, because bein' with me was the safest she'd ever felt, and she didn't want to lose me because she was 'so selfish' to fall for me.
I told her I never said I didn't want her, and... that I loved her too. It was confusing for her, though it made the dysphoria settle for me finally.
Hell is... well, Hell. It's lonely. It sucks. It's an endless reminder that we weren't 'good enough'- but she made it feel a little more like Heaven.
We both had pasts that only the other had their own firsthand experience with. She was silly, she was sweet- She's ***innocent*** in ways I wish I could get back. She loved me for everything but my body. We made each other feel safe and *hopeful* when we had nothin' else to hold on to.
She asked me if I was serious.
"Wai- wait- so you- you do like me? Like not as a friend? Like you want to have movie night dates and kiss and whatever else comes with it?"
I wanted nothing more in my whole afterlife.
