Trying in vein to wiggle out of big lion Husks protective grasp, insisting that he let you help clean him up but he won't let you. Not right now. The adrenaline and fear is still pulsating through his body and he can't relax yet... not until he knows you're completely safe. Let him protect you a little while longer~
Goddddd I love protective Husk... big transformed Husk curled up in the middle of a filthy Hell street, veins still pulsing with adrenaline as his paws hold you and his wings envelop you...
It's not that he doesn't think you can take care of yourself. Far from it; your strength is one of the things he admires about you. But when someone comes after you for his sake, he feels it's his responsibility to do something about it.
It's so surreal, having people target him for revenge over the shit he did as an Overlord. That was such a long time ago; when he thinks back to it, he doesn't even see the same person that he is now. But he supposes that just because he's slowly learning to forgive himself and move on, other Sinners have the right to their rage for what he put them through.
He deserves it. But you don't. As soon as he realized that gang wanted to hit him where it truly hurt, his heart instead of his body, he lost control to an extent that frightened even himself. He hadn't let himself go like that in such a long time. But they were threatening you, and one of them had a knife, and he couldn't tell if the steel was glowing but he just couldn't take that chance-
"We should get home," you tell him as you try and fail to squirm out of his paws' grip. "You need to get cleaned up."
He knows you're not wrong - his fangs, claws, and fur are all caked in blood. Whose blood? Most of it was theirs, he's sure. The way he tore into them, ripping flesh and tasting blood- it's a sensation he hasn't felt in years-
He missed it. He enjoyed it. It terrifies him. He worries that it terrified you.
But what if that wasn't all of them? There could be someone waiting in the shadows for him to drop his guard around you. He can't take that chance.
Besides, he's so tense from that fight that he's not even sure if he can move.
He flinches as you press your hand to his chest, white fur stained bright red. Is that someone else's blood? But it hurt so fucking much when you touched it, and most of their blood had started darkening on his fur while this patch remains bright and fresh...
"We need to get back to the Hotel," you say, urgency in your voice. "You're hurt."
"I'm fine," he insists, whether or not he truly believes it. He's more concerned about you; a quick look-over shows that you're covered in bruises and surface scratches, but you don't seem to be seriously injured.
If you're safe here in his paws, he feels no need to rush.
"Did they have angelic steel?" you ask him.
"Dunno," is all he grumbles.
"I wish you were more sure," you respond.
"I'm fine," is all he can insist. He's trying to picture the weapons they had; were any of them glowing? He can't remember; his memories are too focused on his rage and bloodlust. It's hard to look for glowing white when his mental images are drowned in red.
He'll be fine. He'll probably be fine. As long as you weren't hurt with angelic steel, he'll definitely be fine.
As his adrenaline wears off, the pain in his muscles and his wounds starts settling in. He knows he won't be able to maintain this form for much longer, and once he shrinks down, the best option from there will be to head back to the Hotel. He may need your help; the muscles in his legs are flaring badly, and he's not sure if he'll be able to stand on his own.
If you're safe enough to get him home, then he did his job.
"OH NO JYUSHI SAW HIS HANDS" WHDBBDNDN I LOVE THAT THIS IMPLIES THAT JYUSHI SEEING HIS HANDS IS A CRISIS He must never be reminded of his mortal form ( ⁰д⁰)
And what about you?? 👀 do you have any fuzzy/scaly babies???
I fortunately and unfortunately have only my two cats. Moriko and Jeb. I love them to pieces!
i love animals a lot, i can’t think of a single animal i don’t like.
I really really really want a pet snek as well as a bearded dragon (or two) and i really would like a ferret (or two) but unfortunately i neither have the funds or the means to have said pets.
i went into petco yesterday and they had a beebee bearded dragon out for people to hold and legit cried he was so precious. yep i’m that weirdo that goes to shelters and pet stores and cries over how cute every baby is.
don’t even get me started when there are kittens involved…my poor other half had a panic attack first time he took me to a shelter to pick out a cat. (i’m not a crier so it’s disconcerting when all of a sudden i do cry)
my momma has a sweet spot for animals as well. growing up we had a bat for a while that we were nursing (he had fallin in as a baby into our home via chimney) and then a skunk for a little bit, bunnies, chickens, a cat and for a very brief time a porcupine (dad put the kibosh on that one coming into the house)
You know what? Half the time, yay. Man wasn't wearing anything when he first got to the hotel. I know that's just pilot weirdness and we're probably supposed to pretend he's had pants the whole time, but I find it funnier for Charlie to gently encourage Alastor to let his pet cat wear clothes, if not for Husk's comfort, then at least for the comfort of the other guests.
(But also for Husk's comfort. Angel kept staring.)
He still doesn't have the energy to get dressed up properly, though; his getting dressed strategy never goes beyond "make sure total strangers can't stare at my dick", and sometimes he just can't be assed to put on underwear. Maybe he hasn't gotten around to giving his laundry to Niffty, or maybe just the action of selecting some from a drawer and putting them on feels like too much bother. Besides, fewer layers makes it easier for him to whip it out and take a piss, which he has to do a lot with how much he drinks.
If he's actually putting in effort, though, he'll wear them - especially in a date scenario, double especially if he thinks there's a chance his date is going to come to his room afterward. Early into a relationship, the first time getting intimate, is not the time to explain that sometimes he's too lazy to put on briefs.
...he could forego them later in the relationship, though, when wandering hands not finding underwear will be more of a pleasant surprise than an awkward explanation...
I can't believe one of the signs of Husk's mental recovery will be "actually bothers wearing underpants".
