Fics like the things you hold most dear may not survive another day

Idiot. I put myself out here to keep you safe. Do yourself a favor and get out, respect my noble sacrifice, and maybe toast me at the hotel later if you all live and you goddamn better . He wanted to say all of that out loud but it was too much effort. In his head, it would stay, trapped among the ringing bells and the other concussion symptoms. “No. It’s, uh… it’s moved on, I think,” Angel panted. “We’re still holed up in the safehouse, but they can’t get through Alastor’s wards. If we hurry, we can probably ride this out ‘til they get called back.” Husk exhaled. Victory through making like mice in holes was barely a victory. “They’re not gonna stop til they take the hotel. They’ll be back in a week tops.” Angel’s extra eyes opened, a sure sign of his own anger. What did he have to be angry about? He wasn’t the one fucking up a shell of a man making something of himself. Husk closed his own eyes in exasperation as the other Sinner began to spit at him. “Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” Husk cracked one eye open. “It’s cross, Angel.” “Not the way this night is goin’.”

Fics like the things you hold most dear may not survive another day

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