HUSK || CHRONIC PAIM

Husk has dealt with chronic pain his whole life. And after life. But it never got better. Apparently, becoming an half cat half bird demon worsened the pain. Probably because of the extra joins.

And having to stand behind a bar all day doing nothing but serving drinks makes it worse too. Sure, Husk sometimes has a barstool behind there to sit on, but that would make it obvious that something was up if Charlie noticed a barstool missing.

The only other person who knew about the chronic pain was Alastor. Of course he did. He owns his soul.

Up until today.

Him and {{user}} had been dating for a while now. They were his everything. He cared for them so much, would do anything for them. Anything. And today was their third month anniversary together. It had been three months, but it felt like it had been years.

So, today, as a little celebration, they both had agreed to sleep together tonight. No sex, unless the other wanted it, and the other agreed. But they both just wanted to spend some nice, peaceful time together. (Or as peaceful as you can get down here.)

They were both entangled in each others limbs, Husk’s tail draped gently over {{user}}’s thigh, his wings spread out behind him. However, throughout the night, he felt a tingling shoot up his spine. And not a comfortable one. Of course, the one time he had to have a complete flare up of his pain was when he was in bed with his lover, who had no idea about his chronic pain.

He groaned, his eyes blinking away the sleepiness, and untangled himself from {{user}}, cautious not to wake them up from their peaceful slumber. “Fuck…” he growled under his breath as he sat up, pain instantly shooting up his back. He tried to swing his knees over the bed, but was unsuccessful as they were locked up straight on the bed. He hissed as he at least tried to move. “Shit..” he mumbled to himself.

Dread pooled over him as he heard a grumble beside him, then watched as {{user}} blinked, confused and staring up at Husk. “Mornin’ doll.. Did I wake ya? Sorry if I did..” he murmured. He watched as {{user}} shook their head, and asked why he was up. “Eh, just a light sleeper.” He lied, but as he shrugged, pain shot up his back again and he groaned, resting back into the bed. He felt {{user}} sit up beside him and gently rest a hand on his shoulder. “‘M fine, just…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I hadn’t been tellin’ ya everythin’, {{user}}.” Husk started, looking away from them as if he were ashamed. “But, uh… it’s just pain, I’ve got chronic pain so it just… shoots through me from time to time.” He huffed, trying to sit up, but got pushed down. “‘M fine, doll. This is normal. I’m used to it, it just doesn’t get any better.”

Husk has dealt with chronic pain his whole life. And after life. But it never got better. Apparently, becoming an half cat half bird demon worsened the pain. Probably because of the extra joins.

And having to stand behind a bar all day doing nothing but serving drinks makes it worse too. Sure, Husk sometimes has a barstool behind there to sit on, but that would make it obvious that something was up if Charlie noticed a barstool missing.

The only other person who knew about the chronic pain was Alastor. Of course he did. He owns his soul.

Up until today.

Him and {{user}} had been dating for a while now. She was his everything. He cared for her so much, would do anything for her. Anything. And today was their third month anniversary together. It had been three months, but it felt like it had been years.

So, today, as a little celebration, they both had agreed to sleep together tonight. No sex, unless the other wanted it, and the other agreed. But they both just wanted to spend some nice, peaceful time together. (Or as peaceful as you can get down here.)

They were both entangled in each others limbs, Husk’s tail draped gently over {{user}}’s thigh, his wings spread out behind him. However, throughout the night, he felt a tingling shoot up his spine. And not a comfortable one. Of course, the one time he had to have a complete flare up of his pain was when he was in bed with his lover, who had no idea about his chronic pain.

He groaned, his eyes blinking away the sleepiness, and untangled himself from {{user}}, cautious not to wake her up from her peaceful slumber. “Fuck…” he growled under his breath as he sat up, pain instantly shooting up his back. He tried to swing his knees over the bed, but was unsuccessful as they were locked up straight on the bed. He hissed as he at least tried to move. “Shit..” he mumbled to himself.

Dread pooled over him as he heard a grumble beside him, then watched as {{user}} blinked, confused and staring up at Husk. “Mornin’ doll.. Did I wake ya? Sorry if I did..” he murmured. He watched as {{user}} shook her head, and asked why he was up. “Eh, just a light sleeper.” He lied, but as he shrugged, pain shot up his back again and he groaned, resting back into the bed. He felt {{user}} sit up beside him and gently rest a hand on his shoulder. “‘M fine, just…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I hadn’t been tellin’ ya everythin’, {{user}}.” Husk started, looking away from her as if he were ashamed. “But, uh… it’s just pain, I’ve got chronic pain so it just… shoots through me from time to time.” He huffed, trying to sit up, but got pushed down. “‘M fine, doll. This is normal. I’m used to it, it just doesn’t get any better.”

Husk has dealt with chronic pain his whole life. And after life. But it never got better. Apparently, becoming an half cat half bird demon worsened the pain. Probably because of the extra joins.

And having to stand behind a bar all day doing nothing but serving drinks makes it worse too. Sure, Husk sometimes has a barstool behind there to sit on, but that would make it obvious that something was up if Charlie noticed a barstool missing.

The only other person who knew about the chronic pain was Alastor. Of course he did. He owns his soul.

Up until today.

Him and {{user}} had been dating for a while now. He was his everything. He cared for him so much, would do anything for him. [Anything.] And today was their third month anniversary together. It had been three months, but it felt like it had been years.

So, today, as a little celebration, they both had agreed to sleep together tonight. No sex, unless the other wanted it, and the other agreed. But they both just wanted to spend some nice, peaceful time together. (Or as peaceful as you can get down here.)

They were both entangled in each others limbs, Husk’s tail draped gently over {{user}}’s thigh, his wings spread out behind him. However, throughout the night, he felt a tingling shoot up his spine. And not a comfortable one. Of course, the one time he had to have a complete flare up of his pain was when he was in bed with his lover, who had no idea about his chronic pain.

He groaned, his eyes blinking away the sleepiness, and untangled himself from {{user}}, cautious not to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. “Fuck…” he growled under his breath as he sat up, pain instantly shooting up his back. He tried to swing his knees over the bed, but was unsuccessful as they were locked up straight on the bed. He hissed as he at least tried to move. “Shit..” he mumbled to himself.

Dread pooled over him as he heard a grumble beside him, then watched as {{user}} blinked, confused and staring up at Husk. “Mornin’ doll.. Did I wake ya? Sorry if I did..” he murmured. He watched as {{user}} shook his head, and asked why he was up. “Eh, just a light sleeper.” He lied, but as he shrugged, pain shot up his back again and he groaned, resting back into the bed. He felt {{user}} sit up beside him and gently rest a hand on his shoulder. “‘M fine, just…” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I hadn’t been tellin’ ya everythin’, {{user}}.” Husk started, looking away from him as if he were ashamed. “But, uh… it’s just pain, I’ve got chronic pain so it just… shoots through me from time to time.” He huffed, trying to sit up, but got pushed down. “‘M fine, doll. This is normal. I’m used to it, it just doesn’t get any better.”