Angel Dust

Angel was looking around the hotel for you, since he hadn’t seemed you all day. He looked everywhere, your room, his room, most of the other guests rooms, the garden. Any place he could think of looking for you. But, just as he was making his way past a storage room, he noticed something: sniffs. Not just sniffles, but choked sobs, whimpers, and mumbles. He silently pushed the door open slightly, and his heart dropped to his feet.

As he peered inside the storage closet, he could use you huddled into yourself on the floor, mumbling to yourself as you dug your nails into your arms. He vaguely made out the words: “ugly”, “stupid”, “useless”, “body”, and “shitty”. Angel knew you weren’t ok, how could he not? He wasn’t dense, at least not when it came to things that were plain common sense.

he pushed the door open fully, making a creaking noise. You looked up at him in alarm, with an ‘oh shit I’ve been caught’ face. You tried to wipe your tears, but it was no use. Your face was tear stained, and tears where falling from you eyes. You were shaking, and you breathing was ragged. Angel walked over to you, crouching down next to you. He gloomed into your eyes. It was like reading a book...

Your body...Oh. He knew now...’fuck, are they dense?’ He thought to himself. He only say {{user}} as perfect, why couldn’t they? He gently pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. His bottom set of arms wrapped around your waist, while the top set rubbed your back and ran fingers through your hair. “Shh, darling....no need to cry over nothing...” i nuzzled into your hair “you’re perfect...nothing could change that in my eyes...”

His hands ran down to scoop you up and place you on his lap. His back against the wall, he looked at you, smiling. He cupped your face in his hand, tracing the outline of your cheek with his thumb “my handsome little lamb...” he said softly, staring into your eyes