It was hard to remember what his dream had been at first. In his human life what he had wanted more than anything had been love, a person to look up too and to lean upon to take care of everything for him while holding them each night whispering words he'd dreamed of and words he wanted to hear even now. In his human life, he had wanted to be adored like he was the very air for his lover and he wanted to be loved so fervently that his chest would be fuller rather than an empty crater it had been and he had wanted at least a child to share with this person he would decide he wanted for the rest of his life. He had wanted a simple life, hadn't he? A life any woman would want? A life of love, children and cherishment? Yet when he died, when he showed up here, he somehow still held onto this foolish dream and hopes for so long in the beginning that even when he was looped into his father's horrible habits just like when he'd been alive he had clung to his dreams so fervently that he worried there'd be nothing for him. Then came the PCP that was so readily available at his finger tips that erased the longing, smothered the emptiness in his chest and stopped the teasers that came late at night when he considered his life and where he was now. He had been able to forget it all and he had been so strung out, so flexible in waking up in other men's beds that the fact Valentino had found him never shocked him. It never surprised him.
It would be foolish of him to not expect a pimp of some kind to come along to Angel in offerings of drugs, a new name, a new persona to chase his lonely long nights away and a new profession that would be better for him than lowly petty crimes his father took part in. He had all but slapped his hand into Valentino's back then, back when he had been naïve still, and the sad thing was he regretted it almost immediately when those fingers tightened painfully around his own and he was brought to the Studios. Angel Dust, his new name, his new persona, became everything to him and became the thing he clung onto with such ferocity that he had developed quite the little ego and he regretted it some days when his cockiness got ahead of him or let him mouth off to Valentino but he adored this new person he had become. A person everyone desired, one everyone wanted to touch. Wasn't that what he had wanted in the beginning? Hadn't that been what he wanted when he'd been alive? After all, isn't a partner all anyone wanted? To be desired by someone? Loved? Wanted? Needed? Angel Dust was no different for deep down everyone wanted that and while there was no shame in that Angel couldn't help but snort at himself as he sprawled out on his bed, the blankets whispering against his uncovered limbs, the towel wrapped securely around him as he stared up at the ceiling of his room. His fur had long since dried, much like his shower, yet the thoughts had chased him from his shower into his bedroom and he couldn't shake them away.
He could hear the front door downstairs opening then shutting quickly, no doubt to keep to cold air from drifting too far into the hotel and he blinked in surprise as he took a glance at his alarm clock reading the glowing red numbers. Fat Nugget's tiny feet ran across the blankets towards Angel, tiny dents forming on the soft mattress underneath his little hooves. Angel was no where near ready, wanting nothing more than to merely climb back into bed but his best friend wouldn't allow it and so he scooped Fat Nuggets up in his arms stroking the sharp spines on the pigs back as that little snout nuzzled into the spider's throat like a child would nuzzle their face into their parents chest. "Sorry I can't cuddle you longer, Nugs, I gotta get ready."
Fat Nuggets snorted gently against his throat making the spider giggle as he shifted on the bed plopping Fat Nuggets down, the pig racing to the edge of the bed throwing himself off with another cute little snort and rushing over to his bed where he spun in rapid circles on the pink plush bed before settling down. His big dark eyes looked up at him making the spider smile widely at the little pig as he stood up dropping the damp towel walking over to his dresser where he pulled the draw open, his second pair of arms resting on his hips while his top pair shifted and plucked at the matching sets of underwear that he had but none were standing out. Normally Fat Nuggets would rag a pair over to him but the pig seemed content in watching the spider go through his panties until he settled on a set of gold and red panties, a matching bra to go with it, and he bent slightly to lift his feet up sliding the panties up to his hips were they hugged him lightly. He wrapped the bra around his back then clipped it together in the front, adjusting the fluff of his chest to settle in the cups comfortably and once he managed that he turned walking over to his closet where he fought down a yawn that threatened to burst free from his lips. Showers, baths in particular, always made him sleepy and he had the feeling it might have something to do with just how silky soft his fur could get after those showers or baths and he found his lower arms stroking said fur across his stomach and his hips. The fur moved through his fingers, gripping fistfuls in his fingers carefully he opened the closet doors with his top arms.
Humming softly to himself, Angel stepped into his closet flipping the small light on stepping inside the small space and lifted his hands up to slid the dresses of his closet over in fluttering colors of blues, pinks, reds and a particularly striking gold dress but the sight of it had his lips pressing against one another for a moment. Then he turned to his suits beginning to slid the hangers along the pole much like he had the dresses, his gaze flitting from one suit to another and he found his eyes flicking towards that gold dress every so often and the spider bit at his lower lip wondering if Charlie would mind horribly if he chose to dress up for once. Just doll himself up a bit. It's not like anyone around here would really take notice other than Husk so would it kill the hosts downstairs if he took extra care to make himself just stunning enough for one night? God, when was the last time he even WORE a dress? His teeth dragged nervously over his bottom lip repeatedly as his fingers tapped against the thick cloth of one suit of his until his hands stretched out to push the suits back to the right side of the closet where they belonged and the second pair were reaching for the glittering gold dress. Oh, it was stunning! When did he get this? Who gave it to him? Molly? Cherri? Or had it been Val? Angel was unsure but the dress itself was going to make him look damn good!
The fabric of it was the glittering, swirling texture that looked like silk where it would fall to his feet but the material looked like it would flash with each spin or movement he mad and the evening dress itself was a deep V neck that would emphasize his chest fluff perfectly with thick wedges for straps. Three fingers which would work well with the guidance that Charlie had ordered for any dress tonight and Angel couldn't stop his smile from curling over his lips even as his teeth dug into his lip when he pulled the material off the hanger. It then went up and over his head easily with his arms finding the arm holes, his head popping through and that was all that had been needed for the material to drop down like a curtain where it swirled down to his ankles glittering softly in the low lighting of his bedroom. Stunning, just what he wanted. He then turned his attention back to the closet where two rows of boots sat sitting pristinely against the back wall of his closet, his gaze scanning over the pairs he owned before smiling widely as he swooped into the closet picking up his gold go-go boots and sat on the edge of his bed. He wriggled his feet into the boots then stood up brushing his hands down the front of his dress, adjusted his chest fluff to am emphasizing manner and took a deep breath as he pressed all four of his hands against his chest nervously before turning towards his full length mirror kept on the back of his bathroom door. Standing there, looking back at him, was a nervous face with pink eyes filled with curiosity and a hesitancy so painful that for a moment he almost didn't look down.
Yet when he did he found a satisfaction so potent that he twisted himself slightly to stare down the slope of his side to his hip, the fabric of the dress swirling and glittering with the movement alone and he couldn't stop his unthinking pleasure at how his white fur looked delicate against the shimmering gold of this evening dress. The perfect one for a dinner party. Sure, he could have gone classy with a dark blue dress of his but the gold was a drop out gorgeous effect to it that he knew he wouldn't have been able to miss out on. Of course a dark blue would look heavenly against his white fur but tonight he would be the eye of everyone's gaze when he wanted it. Should he get a shawl? He heard the large doors downstairs opening yet again when he heard footsteps along with excited voices drifting up the hallways towards his door as if they were eager to slip into his room and Fat Nuggets rolled over in his small circular bed only to twitch when three sharp rapping knocks came to his door.
"Yeah, whatcha need?" Angel shouted as he approached his vanity already pulling the drawer open preparing the eyeliner and grabbing his golden eyeshadow palette wondering if lipstick would be far too much for this outfit already. He waited to hear a response from outside as he opened the palette, grabbed a brush, and selected a shimmering bronze to spread across the lid of his eye when those sharp rapping knocks came on the door again making him huff out in irritation as he slammed the brush down. "What do ya want? I'm getting ready still! Go away please!" Please? Like whoever was on the other side was going to go away just because he had happened to say please!
Taking his attention away from the door for five seconds to spread the bronze color over the pink fur of his eyelid, the brush swirling across the fur easily enough and he put the brush down for a moment to pick up his eyeliner where he pressed the sharp tip against his eyelid carefully then began drawing across the edge of his eyelid. It was a challenge that many would bitch about but it was one that Angel Dust had mastered years ago and for that he was ever so grateful for it but when he began working on his left eye, the bronze coloring glowing against his white fur, the pink coloring of his eyes glowing against the colors. He looked soft, sweet, and very much like a creature of pleasure inside the gold and bronze coloring scheme tonight as he worked on evenly matching the shades on his eyelids he picked up his pencil once again and began drawing the eyeliner on his left eye carefully. He was that much closer to perfection and when he put the pencil down he smiled widely at his own image in the mirror, his gold tooth winking at him as though it too were sharing some kind of joke with the spider and Angel smiled wider at himself when he tucked his makeup items away. He'd be taking breathes away and that was what he wanted tonight. Anything to help him forget his harsh day at work. Standing up Angel blew a kiss at his reflection then one to Fat Nuggets who was sleeping peacefully now in his little bed and blissfully ignored the soft thuds of Angel's boots on the carpet floor as the spider demon walked towards the door of his room. He took the key, plucking it in his bra for safe keeping, then reached out grabbing the door handle pulling the door open quickly.
Standing there was Husk in a suit, matching gold tie, and looking up with his yellow eyes glowing with curiosity then awe at the sight of Angel stepping out of his hotel room shutting the door behind him and locking it with a quiet click before returning the key to it's hiding place. Angel then turned smiling at Husk widely before holding his hand out for the cat to take and felt his smile warming when his hand was resting snugly in the feline's paw as it was then tucked into Husk's elbow with both proceeding to walk side by side. The spider peeked at Husk as his lower hands locked together then pressed against his stomach. "Thank you for walking me down, Husk. I appreciate it and I'll owe ya one later on down the road."
"I'll hold you too it." Was Husk's gruff response as Angel chuckled quietly to himself at the cat's offhanded manner then shook his head when he noticed the flask in the cat's hand being offered towards him. The cat shrugged then when the spider rejected it, taking a long pull from the silver flask before tucking it away in his pocket while they strolled down the hallway. "Suit yourself. Just remember to avoid some meats, Al helped Charlie cook and you know what he likes to cook up and I doubt anyone has the stomach for his 'imported meat' tonight." Husk then looked at the spider. "You know, if you really wanted to catch his eye you should have worn the red dress and boots."
Angel scowled. "I didn't dress up for no one but myself. He don't look my way, not since I lost that bet so I'm not looking to catch anyone's eye and it'd be better if ya could keep from bringing it up all the fuckin' time." Angel snapped back, tempted to yank his hands away from Husk's elbow but the pressure of the paw on his hand had him looking over at the veteran who was looking at the spider with what had to be an apologetic look on his face. "He respects you just a bit since you've proven yourself a man of your word."
"I've never not been a man of my word!" Angel hissed closing his eyes for a moment like he could just shut them and it would melt away the anger that was beginning to boil underneath his fur that was bristling in response to said anger and he then opened his eyes glaring at the cat beside him as they were nearing the end of the hall that would lead to the elevator leading down to the lobby. "You know, you're pissing me off pretty damn bad right now. Not everything I do has to be about Alastor you know. It was a matter of pride and he proved himself to be the winner of every fucking bet he makes so there's literally no point in bringing it up all the time, you know." He paused then frowned at the cat. "Can we just drop this whole thing? It's not all about him and you know it."
"Whatever floats your boat, kid." Husk shrugged at the spider as they approached the elevator doors, the veteran reaching out pressing the round button and Angel stared at the glowing ring around the silver button for a moment or two before Husk was pulling his flask out once more, taking a deep pull before offering it once more to Angel who finally sighed taking it from the cat. He took his own long pull from the flask before he handed it back to the veteran who tucked it away in his pocket just in time for the elevator doors to open revealing the princess of Hell, Charlotte Magne. She was dressed in a champagne colored dress that hugged the curve of her hip, emphasized her breasts in a similar way Angel's dress supported his fluff only hers was a strapless number and she smiled when she saw Angel standing there with his arm tucked into the cat's elbow.
Charlie's long locks of hair were pulled back into a high bun on her head, messy and with thick strands falling over her shoulders to tickle the top curve of her chest gently and her black lipstick, gray eyeshadow, had been replaced with a soft delicate pink on both her eyes and her lips. It gave her face a softer glow to it than normal, a glow that was emphasized by the champagne coloring that had her pale skin glowing much like Angel's white fur had. She smiled as she leaned into a corner, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor of the elevator as Angel released his hold on Husk's arm to instead clasp all four of his hands to themselves as they pressed against his stomach watching Charlie hit the lobby button. Husk drained his flask only to grumble quietly to himself as the door slid shut quietly and just as effortlessly the elevator began slickly moving down towards the lobby when Charlie looked to Angel with a smile on her pink lips. "I appreciate you coming down for the party, Angel. I don't want to push anyone here to join in when it's not really a redemption activity but I figured I'd at least offer."
"Hey, nothing too it, toots. I'm more than happy to doll myself up for an evening of some good dinna!" Angel replied smiling back at the beaming princess and he leaned carefully against the back bar as his second pair of hands separated to hold onto the cool metal of the bar. "Besides, I haven't been out in fuck knows how long so I appreciate ya invitin' me to come down tonight. I just gotta ask but what's the occasion if you don't mind me askin'? It doesn't seem like ya to throw this big classy dinner party for some reason." Charlie merely smiled to herself now, no longer a wide beaming smile but a quiet shy one as she brushed her hands down the front of her dress and Angel tilted his head looking at the princess curiously only for it to click inside of him a second later. The click was so sudden, so vicious, that he expected both Charlie and Husk to be able to hear it but the gasp that flew from his lips when he spun bodily to face the princess with all four of his hands shooting out grabbing her arms tightly making her giggle nervously. "Oh. My. God! You're doing it, aren't you? Oh you're doing it!"
Charlie couldn't help a laugh from falling out of her at the spider's wild, curious reaction as he clutched at the princess's arms and her bangs brushed her forehead when she pulled away from the spider as the elevator continued it's slick downward slide towards the lobby which they'd be approaching any moment now. After all, it had to be any moment for Vaggie would no doubt be waiting right there at the doors in a matching or similar colored dress waiting for her partner to step off of the elevator and greet the guests that they had decided to invite to this little occasion for the night. "I'm doing it, whether Father and Mom approve of it or not. It's been coming for a while now and there's no one else I want like Vaggie so this next step is only rational is it not?" Angel smiled crookedly at the princess now who looked up at him smiling shyly. "I just hope she says yes to it."
Angel squeezed her arms before releasing her, a familiar squeeze ricocheting throuhg his chest at the strangely unfair sensation that was bubbling through his chest at the mere hint as to what would be going down on this night between the princess and her girlfriend. It had been Angel's dream for a night like this, even with his human years long behind him on Earth where his body was no doubt a mere skeleton left in his coffin, he had been wanting and wishing and craving for a sophisticated night such as this between himself and a beau of his own. He had wanted nothing more than to have a night where he was the center of attention, where his lover would be there ready to offer him hand and knees for him in front of his family and friends as he promised to take care of Angel and love him the way the Italian had been craving for many years. He had longed for a night as special as this one. He felt envious, jealousy, twitching at his smile when he dropped his hands away from the princess as he leaned back against the wall once again and his arms crossed together in front of him underneath his chest fluff. "Of course she'll say yes to it, she'd have to be deaf, blind, and dumb not to say yes to it."
The elevator's soft ding as they came to a stop had Angel looking up at the word 'Lobby' glowing in that ghastly, vivid red against the small black screen before the doors slid open and the sick, envious feeling in his chest doubled when Husk walked right on out with his tail curling and swishing through the air while Charlie's cheeks flushed at the sight before her as she rushed out of the elevator. Vaggie's smile was one filled with warmth, adoration, and her hands reached out to take Charlie's as the blonde princess rushed towards her partner and was receiving a kiss to her temple through the thick white hair covering Vaggie's temple making the moth's cheeks flush. Vaggie was indeed wearing a dress as well though the color was more a pale lilac than anything that shimmered and came right down to her knees to reveal the short heeled shoes she was wearing as her fingers wove together with Charlie's instinctively like they always did and her long hair was pulled back in a loose braid that trailed down her back. Charlie's right hand twisted free in order ot trail the back of itself down the line of her girlfriend's jawline before leaning in with a kiss so soft, so tender that Angel had to look away as he angled himself around the sight of the two lover's giggling together quietly while Angel placed space between them. Where should he go? The bar was shut down for the night, for some godforsaken reason, but Angel felt his feet carrying him into the dining room itself, the votives and candles glinting in the shadows sending them dancing on walls as Angel entered the room that held itself a thick haze of smoke across the ceiling.
This was familiar. This was comfortable. He remembered the dinner parties his ma would throw for his father, how the guests would always sit down for a good cigar and a drink only to smoke so much of their cigars that a haze would be left throuhg the house with the sickeningly sweet smell of the cigar smoke drifting through the house. This was no different only the smoke was that of cigarettes, maybe a cigar or two, and Angel inhaled deeply taking in the environment before he began walking down the large table gazing at the signs on the smooth table top while he let his fingers dance on the edges of seats as he walked past them, staring down at the names printed neatly on the signs before him. He took his time walking down the table's length staring down at the names as he passed them only to slip into his seat as soon as he saw his name on the printed card. He took a glance around the room frowning to himself at the lack of people for such a large table and such extravagant seating but Angel wasn't going to bitch nor would he complain about the fanciness in the air. Tonight would be important for Charlie and if that meant making shit fancier than it need to be then Angel wasn't going to ruin things with his jealousy. He let his gaze drag lazily across the room when, like a flicker, a flash of red caught his eye like a flickering candle and he tore his gaze the other way before it could settle on the other man as he pressed his hand into his cheek staring down the length of the table letting out a quick breath.
"You could use a drink." Angel jumped when Husk sat across the table from him, in his hands being two shot glasses and the biggest bottle of liquor Angel had ever seen. The cat unscrewed the bottle cap pouring the clear liquid into the two glasses, the one closest to Angel being shoved across the table carefully and the spider watched the liquid slosh before plucking the glass up then clacking it against Husk's before they both knocked it backwards. Angel coughed wildly after the scorching burn racing down his throat as he covered his mouth with his arm, his chest aching from the coughs as Husk coughed a couple of time sunder his breath. "Potent stuff, huh?" Angel couldn't answer just yet.
His throat burned like he had fire shot straight down to his stomach, his tongue tingles from the alcohol as he coughed a few more times but he pushed his cup forward with his finger tips towards Husk and shook his head in refusal of another cup. He rubbed his chest as he coughed once more then tried clearing his throat as he looked at the bottle of liquor before raising a brow at Husk who shrugged right back at him. "That's some crazy strong shit ya got there, Husk."Angel's voice was gravel from the coughing, the burning of the alcohol, and he tried clearing his throat again. "Wonder when we're going to meet Charlie's parents. Doesn't Alastor know them?"
"Yeah, he does." Husk replied pouring himself another shot, knocked it back and sighed at the smoother way it scorched down his throat before clearing it lightly before speaking. "He knows Lucifer better than Lilith but still fact is he knows the both of'em. I just hope the princess doesn't get her hopes up about them showing up here." Angel frowned at the disappointment in Husk's tone, the judgment, and he wanted to defend his friend but he held his tongue when Husk poured himself a third shot and lifted it towards his lips before looking at Angel once again from over the rip of his small glass. "I don't mean to be an asshole, it's just her parents are flaky since she started this whole place, or at least that's what I understood from what Vaggie told me the other day. I guess the chick's got some kind of sixth sense and she knows just when some important shit is going to happen. She's been runnin' 'round worried that the princess got her hopes up about her parents showing up."
"Sounds like my own parents." Angel remarked as his hands found his cheeks, palms cradling his chin while his fingers fanned out over his white cheeks and he made sure to keep careful of his smaller eyes before wiggling his fingers against his cheeks. "Mine wouldn't show up for nothin' of mine, not now and not back then, so if I got married or had me a couple of kids they'd never really know about it until shit was done and over with." Angel shrugged now at the cat who looked at him curiously before throwing his shot back while Angel watched with that same bored expression on his face. "My parents were never really interested much in me, cared more about my sister, not that I blame'em. She needed a lot of help while we were both still alive and then there was my older brother too so I was kind of blending into the background sometimes."
"That's just sad. Why didn't you-"
"Alright, take seats! Find your nametag and sit down! The special meat by Alator is marked so feel free to dig on in!" Charlie's cheerful voice rang out though there was a note of disappointment, even sadness in it, but as she walked in Angel could see it was hard for her to remain so when her fingers were interlocked with the moth's beside her but there was concern in Vaggie's eye for her partner. Her gaze remained on the blonde while the handful of people of the hotel sat into their seats staring at the owner with a strange form of expectancy and a mild form of respect but Angel found himself looking down to pluck, brush and straighten the gold fabric of his dress nervously. Antsy. As much as he treasured Charlie as one of his dearest friends he found himself unwanting, heavy even, at the thought of seeing another's happiness at the moment even if he knew the princess deserved it. How long had he been joking with the princess that she needed to put a ring on it? How many times had he told her not to make his mistakes when it came to love in those private times?
Angel watched as glasses of wine were passed out, a welcomed relief from the strong alcohol he'd shared with Husk and yet his sensitive throat didn't take much too kindly to the new source of alcohol but it went down so smoothly that he sighed through his nose as he placed his glass down gently. He began plucking meat, vegetables, a few buttered rolls and he even accepted a bowl of jambalaya that Alastor had contributed surprisingly. Angel focused on cutting his meat and bringing the bites to his lips, plucking his vegetables up along with the rest of the food from his plate to his lips in a mechanical upwards and downwards movement. Cut, stab, lift, repeat. He couldn't shake this feeling of jealousy, of envy, each time Charlie or Vaggie's hands brushed or the princess turned a charming shade of red each time her eyes dropped to her breast pocket where the ring sat and yet underneath this jealousy Angel could feel a sadness. An emptiness. It was as though he was happy for them but numb because he himself wanted that same happiness. HE wanted to feel the excitement of a proposal, HE wanted to be swept off his feet in a night as magical as this one. He wanted it all and he knew he'd more than likely never get it. His fingers of his lower hands began tapping his thighs in a jerking, quick movement as he focused on devouring his food as if it would help him get away from the table faster and he hates that he was so eager to get away when moments before he had felt confident as dolled himself up in his room.
Was there a difference in the before and after, like everyone said? Was there a middle ground of "during" that he had found himself in the middle of? He didn't know but all he wanted at the moment was for Charlie to get it over with, if only to witness the joy of his friend, but so he could leave the hotel for a walk. Yeah, a "Walk". His thoughts turned bitter for he knew where this walk would go, who he would beg to help him forget the bitter feelings budding up inside of him, how he would beg and the promises he would make just to have a line or two of blow to remain blissful for the next couple of days as he walked home with the baggie of PCP for himself to nurse over the next week. Could he get away with being high during the whole wedding process? Would he REALLY ruin his three weeks of sobriety just because he couldn't handle some bitter and ugly feelings? The answer, simple in that moment, was yes. Yes he would. He hated these ugly envious emotions bubbling up inside of his chest when he caught the princess looking at him or when Vaggie would smile warmly at the blonde. Valentino, for all of his faults, would understand when Angel came to him for relief wouldn't he? Angel wasn't going to say it out loud but it was an unspoken demand that the spider remain faithful, remain property to the moth, and Angel hated the feeling of being owned by another person yet there had been emotions in the beginning hadn't there? He wondered if maybe, just maybe, things had been different and Valentino a different man would he be happy like Vaggie? Would he be like Charlie? Or would he be with someone else entirely?
He forced his hands to move in a quick cutting movement that, by the time he cut through his meat he was grating the serrated edge of his knife against the glass and he forced his hand to drop the night as he stabbed two large pieces he had cut off and stuffed them into his mouth then chewed voraciously as he breathed through his nose aware of a few pairs of eyes on him from the other residents. Stupid. He was being idiotic, wasn't he? Being bitter and resentful of his friends for being happy, for wanting to throw his three weeks of sobriety away just to get away from these ugly feelings, and for wishing Valentino had been a different man. Stupid for wishing that things had been different and that he was in Vaggie's position soon enough. He lifted his wine glass draining the glass quickly, putting the glass down, only to find Husk sliding his own wine glass to the spider and nodding ever so slightly while he himself tore into his dinner as if he was just as eager to get out of there like Angel was. He doubted it but that's how it seemed. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he was being stupid. Why be jealous over someone else's happiness just because he himself hadn't found it? He devoured one roll then the second so quickly his jaw was beginning to ache from all the eating, the movement of his jaw moving quickly to chew up his foot quickly, and he took a sip of the wine shutting his eyes for a moment. It was only the striking of a fork against a wine glass that Angel felt his breath hitching knowing what was happening next. He knew it.
"Excuse me, everyone! I'd like to make an announcement and have you all gathered here as witnesses." Charlie stood with her wine glass in her hand, the liquid trembling slightly due to her hand shaking with her nerves no doubt. "Now, obviously if my parents had been here this whole situation would perhaps have gone a tad better as I'd have asked their blessings and acceptance but of course my parents couldn't make it tonight and that sucks. Horribly. But this isn't about my parents, this night is about my Vaggie." The moth blushed furiously then as she looked at Charlie and the blonde smiled warmly. "With everyone as my witness, I have something to ask you Vaggie."
Goddammit.
"I've been meaning to ask it for a while and I've had some encouragement-" A smile aimed Angel's way.
Son of a bitch.
"And I've been doing a lot of thinking about this so don't think I'm just doing this out of nowhere, okay?"
The envy, the jealous, was strangling his throat making it hard to swallow the food in his mouth but he forced it down in a lump so hard and painful that he winced. He chugged down his wine wishing he had a deeper glass, a bigger bottle of wine to drown these ugly emotions right away. They were going to crush him. Here he was, content just moments before upstairs to doll himself up for tonight and now he was feeling disgusted with himself. His fingers tapped rapidly against his thighs under the table when the moth stood up next to Charlie, her pale violet dress swirling lightly with the movement while Charlie held her hand out for Vaggie to take and Angel about choked from the jealousy that gripped his throat and watched as Charlie's fingers digging in her pocket. He felt like he was going to be pummeled by waves of jealousy, of resentment, of envy, and he was moments away from drowning. It would only take those words he knew were coming to throw him right into his sea of longing and envy but he tried his damndest to fight it away but it was climbing up his body aiming for his mouth and head to pull him underneath the ugly waves that were lapping all too eagerly at him. So close was he to drowning under these emotions. Please. Please, get him out of here, Please.
"Vaggie, I love you more than anything in the world, and certainly more than myself." Please, please, please, he was begging to be freed. He was suffocating. "I wanted to ask you something important, with witnesses standing with us." Please, just get him out. "Vaggie, if you will take me with everything you have, would you please give me the very special honor," She licked her lips while Angel swallowed down a frustrated screech, fighting the urge to shout at her to fucking get on with it. "My love, my Vaggie, will you marry me?" And the waves, eager and excited to swallow him, reared over his head suffocating him leaving him to stare down at his plate sightlessly as he struggled, swallowed and was crushed underneath the weight of his jealousy until he was sure he'd never see the light of day the right way again.