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ㅤ — i think if you're lucky enough to land properly, you might die right there and then. but yeah, you can just break something and for some reason remain alive to fucking feel like every single of your body is punishing you and take a long while to die. —
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mauled by a hunting dog. and their hellish form being that of a doe, making mockery of it. oh, how they despised it when they'd first landed in hell. enough to sever their tail from their body. ]
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ㅤ shrugged. imagining it wasn't hard and about alastor's morbidity, he's grown fond of it. it's been years since he made the deal with them.
eyes fall on the deer inevitably, wishing to be able to read their mind again but sighing because it's not happening, of
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ㅤ — well. fuck rosie again then. —
since they broke their pact with the woman, alastor seems happy. not happy like when they come back from dismembering someone, but genuinely. and husk found himself liking it.
his gaze followed theirs to the ground but quickly
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theyre an icarus itching to fly too close to the sun in more ways than one. theres the literal soaring over hell, and there's the insatiable need for more that they've always carried with them. more power, more influence, more victims. ]
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ㅤ oh, the smile slipped away like water down a drain. he's fine with touch. but alastor touching him? like, they usually pat his head and that's definitely them mocking husk, but this feels intentional.
— oh-... i-i mean. shit. yeah. i... you've been doing unexpected
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make him flustered. besides, they find touch doesn't feel so bad when theyre the one initiating. ]
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ㅤ — eres tan rara, niff. —
y justo por eso es que todos la quieren.
aunque allá va él haciendo preguntas mucho más descabelladas.
— si pudieras ser una cucaracha voladora e ir a donde quieras, ¿a dónde irías? —
se le olvida que él tiene alas.
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ㅤ he decided it was a blush. this is a victory for him. making alastor blush? please. that's a myth.
husker smiled like the idiot he is.
— well, apparently you're also very beautiful. fuck. —
and he's not complaining. busy blushing as well.
— did you just
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dealt with a plethora of suitors. all of which ended up being cruelly consumed. they never were easily impressed, be it by flowers or love letters or otherwise. ]
you know, you're not so bad looking yourself.
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ㅤ no le va para nada el consuelo. mejor abrazó a la más baja contra su costado y siguió bebiendo. aunque sí sería una gran madre.
— ¿no te gustaría ser una de ellas a veces? no pensar nada y solo andar por ahí haciendo cosas de cucarachas... —
está bastante ebrio, sí.
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