Anemone
"Well, I'll say this day was very eventful, Miss. Crymini. You certainly have an interesting taste in music." Hesediel stated, as he kindly ushered a young hyena hellhound, whom in returned had a resevered smile.
The young punk dressed demon, scratched her head in thoughtfulness, saying. "Hell yeah, I didn't think you would be fine with it. But some of those instrumental beats weren't... too bad." She ended in a whimsy taunt.
"Don't tease." Hesediel huffed, as he straighten one of his dress shirt sleeves back to his elbow. Jerking his shoulders from a short lived stiffness, sitting for over a hour taking a stinging toll, that arched his suspenders in a crease against his person.
"Aw, come on Doc. It was fun! Admit it."
"And be cease by your larks to who knows when? Unlikely." Hesediel returned, that had the youth's grin grow by the dry unheated rebuttal. Foresighting to add. "So, same time next week?"
"Only if we can have another rock out. I... just ain't up for that mushy shit right now, ya know." Crymini said, waving the last bit as they walked through the halls to main entrance of the hotel. Quickly adding. "I mean, I know it's your job and all..."
"That's fine, Miss. Crymini. This all new to you and we'll go at your pace. What happens during your appointments are as you see fit. If you feel as ease to sit with someone and just listen to music. We may. As long as your comfortable, that's all I care for. Next week, how about some of Jacob van Eyck's work? Take a break from my modern collection as you called it."
"Yeah. Sure. I have no shits in who this guy is, but if it's like those other bands. I'm up for it. Only if you are up for some screams from my end." She said with a wide sharp grin.
"I look forward to it." Hesediel ended, waving as she headed to the wing of the hotel of the resident rooms. Leaving a be to time to breathe, eyeing to see the bar packed, catching eyes with Husk for a second.
The cat demon nodded in greeting, as Hesediel returned and heading towards a different hallway. Following the sounds of strong electrical pulsing and metal creaking. Lay in the basement of the hotel, where one or two residents find theirselves wandering sketchy habits, controlled environment or not, though Hesediel paid them minimal greetings to not alert them wrongly, given whatever wild rumors from a tavern issue.
Coming soon across a rusty twosided door of bolts and warp metals. Sturdy in his stance as he reached to knocked, given the grand weight rattle his being and echoed hauntingly. In seconds the busy buzzing, curdled bubbles, and fast unclarity rambles. Before soon a slit in the door popped open.
"What?" A raw rough voiced croaked out.
"It's Hesediel."
"Proof? I ain't going to be fool if that's the blasted Radio Demon."
"You're lab reminds me of two favorite books I enjoy."
"Which ones? Be quick. I got stuff to do."
"Foundation by Issac Asimov and Solaris by Stanislaw Lem."
"Right. Now password."
"Zorge lrasd a lansh c angelard. Or I'm in trouble that you changed it without me knowing, Dr. Baxter."
A beat of silence stale the air. Clatter of clicks and snaps followed, before soon one of the sided doors swinged inward. Revealing a short and thin grey fish-like demon, peeked out. Wary frowned, adding a puffy stinked eye the being before him through his yellow goggles, leaning enough in looking about to make sure no shadow play or static friction littering the air. Once that was done, toyed with a device wrapped around his arm, tightening certain bolts on the wrist gaurd plate that lit up in green and blue lights that match his lone curled esca attached to his hat.
"Evening, Dr. Baxter. How have you been?"
"Fine, once my latest experience is finished I'll sleep. So don't even bother bringing that up. Has it been a month already from the last meetup?"
"Yes, may I come in?"
"Half hour."
"As always." Hesediel answered as he walked into the large, cluttered with beakers, wires, mysterious goop of assorted colors, with broke spider cracks of tech of highend, cyber, and steam inbuilt. Crators splattered from the ceiling to the walls, and one large sink in. Hesediel calmly walked around to where a sitting set area layered from the grand destruction of the room. Looking over his shoulder to catch Baxter locking up in squirrelly speed. Saying with care. "Mind giving details on what you are working on?"
"Classified." Baxter said, doing last minute checks that his aslant security system rumbling like a futuristic witch's cauldron that was ticking timer of a cartoonish bomb about to blow.
Hesediel reached the seating area, peeking in his shoulders to the revelation that his gift to the mad demon was still in one piece. Not taking in the chip of the vase at the rim. Eyed still on how the ticking grew over time, answered with. "Of course. Can you answer that it will not harm the hotel?"
"No. No. I was sure to keep the calculations at a steady rhythm. No earthquake size disturbance. This time should be more promising. "
"This time? Miss. Charlie has informed me of your other derailed projects."
"Details that should be classified. Though, I doubt it could be worst. Water?" Baxter muttered, mousing around his lab in ease, going to his chemical set that wasn't nearly as wrecked to the rest of the room.
"That is fine, my thanks. So we'll do the basic rundown and I'll leave you be."
"Rational." Baxter started, tuning his wrist gaurd, a click and winder turn later. Looking to the angel and said. "Timer is set. First question. Go."
The day afterwards goes as planned. Hesediel finding himself back in his office filling out the updates in the folders askew on his desk. Removing his glasses to clean as a short break. Glancing over summaries, quotes, small details here and there. Twiddling his glasses like a concermaster in a orchestra to the soft music that hummed from his radio off from the coffee table by the couch. Waving in a halt motion when a knock came at his door, the music stopping in a sudden silent crackle.
"Come in." Hesediel called out, while he finished and cleaned up his desk. Looking to the door in time to see a worried Charlie stepping. Having standing near in short strides soon after, asking. "Is everything alright?"
She shook her head, unsure posed her lips that tried to form words. Charlie held herself close with one arm and holding her hellphone in the other that was tapping nervously against her hip. Soon, after a steady breath spoke. "Angel hasn't been answering his calls. He normally does when working long weeks like this. And I keep getting a deadline."
"Not his usual sass in ignoring not work related calls?" Hesediel asked gently, placing his glasses back on, right when Charlie's body began to wilt.
"I would call after the first few days to see how he's doing..." She started and went on. "...as agreed, might I add." She says proudly of her restraint, continuing on. "Then, I get an update, usual crass to stop mommying him, and keep my fingers cross after that. But now..."
"I see. Is there someone that would go check on him?"
"Alastor does. Lots of pleading aside but Al would do it. He poofed out of town right now, though. I didn't ask what it was about, either way, my back up being Husk but he was dragged out by Al. Razzle and Dazzle can only do so much before getting sidetrack. And I don't feel comfortable letting Vaggie or even Niffty go and mom would have a field day if I did after... well..."
"So in short. You are asking me to go and check on him?" Hesediel asked, when sending he wasn't going to get anymore than that.
"Could you? Please? I know I'm asking a lot and I'm really, really sorry about this."
"It's fine. I'm not thrilled in the location if anything but this doesn't quite sound like Mr. Dust. So better go and be sure. No worries." Hesediel said gathering his jacket and matching hue trilby from the tiny coat rack by the door, but turned back snatched his thrisle flower from the pen and quail cup. Slipping it in his jacket breast pocket.
"You're not going to use that are you?" Charlie asked, eyes trained on the flower.
"If it can be help. I hope not but this is just for solace. I promise I won't though." Hesediel answered, patting the flower, until it was appearing as a print image to the jacket, in hopes to relax the other.
"Right. I'll have Razzle and Dazzle take you to the studio. I'll phone the front desk that you're coming. Their used to my voice."
"Very well. Be back soon." And out the door he went.
The limousine ride was smooth as it could be in an active area for turf wars, petty crimes, and the casual hit and run. Hesediel sat deeply in the plush seating, mindful to tap his rimless glasses rippled into rimless shades. Shaking off the thunderstorm of the Pentagon residents running amok, rattling his body and mind like being purée incase by ice so cold it burn. He shakes himself to collect himself.
"Are we close?" He calls out, seeing one of the mini demons to nod by the back window.
Glancing out the passenger back windows, watching the passing buildings and citizens. Playing little as he felt the limo come to lenient screeched to a stop by a building covered in graffiti and crude advertisements. Hesediel looking to the mini demons, when one growled and tossed a phone, motion in by a hand gesture to each other.
"I'll let you know." Hesediel answered and left the safety of the limo. Brisk steps getting in and finding the front desk receptionist, a well supply hourly figure jackal, whom noticed Hesediel in glee. Prepping herself as he reached the desk, removing his hat and carding his hair in a swift move. Speaking levelily. "Hello, miss, I'm here to see someone. Mr. Angel Dust. Miss. Magne called ahead of time for my arrival."
The receptionist wholeheartedly went from flirty smile and confidence in her hold. To be a sour turn and flinched from the princess's name. Though, it didn't stop from her eyes to roam the tall holy being, drinking in what could drench her allusive thoughts from his dark eyes, wild curls that were match in tone to his peepers hiding once more under his hat. Her brow arches in genial that made her want to lick her lips from that strong jaw but paired with sweetheart thin lips, even under thickly clothes hid a well built sunkissed golden body that match to the casual gymrats that roam the building itself.
Sighing in disappointment before finally speaking. "Yeah, bitch was whiny. Baby boy, I am sorry for you. Third floor, last door on the right. Name plate should help. Once you're done, feel free to come back and I'll keep you company." Ending with a lean to show her breast barely held by her clothes, loosing a wanton wink, close in teasing to toy with his jacket corner ends. Pouting when Hesediel inched away.
"I'll have to politely decline." Hesediel replied, placing his hat to limit eye contect.
"So you say." She calls out hotly hunger smile as she watch the angel walk away, towards to the elevators. Muttering pleasantly to herself. "Got to get the boss to think about some serect agent or noir detective flicks, mama want."
Once inside the elevator, Hesediel relaxed. Shaking his head as he pinch his nose to lower the upcoming headache. Catching his faint outline body in the warp mirror glint walls that designed the space he was in. Whispering to himself. "I blame you, Luicfer." Before standing straight and marched down where he was informed of. Finding Angel's room in ease by the dazzled nameplate, in white and pink hues. Knocking carefully.
Hesediel heard noises inside, yet no reply was given back. He knocked again a little more harder, calling for the pornstar, and then tested the doorknob. Which was unlock, he spoke before entering. "Mr. Dust are you in-"
The words just froze on his tongue. Letting his celestial irises dilated behind his shades, as his only means to show dread rake through his being, that almost belt him to have his knees bend. Striding into the room and locking the door for caution. Easing toward the bed. Taking in the sight before him. Angel was curled on the bed naked, bruised and bloodied. Bits of fur missing. Two of his four arms are handcuffed to different ends of the bed, in such angles, Angel's lower arm was in had to been dislocated.
As Hesediel got closer, the worse the spider's condition got from the state certain wounds were in. Along with battered face and few crooked fingers and offset leg that stretched to keep it level with short length shoes as his only clothing. Before Hesediel was too close, he noticed a camera setup not far away, red light and periodic recording ticked away. A wave of his hand and the camera smoked and the low beeping silencing in one go. Now focusing solely on the comatose assaulted pornstar.
"Mr. Dust-" Hesediel tried to speak, but had to dodged when a leg aimed for his side.
"Fuck! I said give me ten you fuck!" Angel screamed, failing to sit straight and glare at whoever it was. Puffed eyes, nicks across the face, lip splitted, hair wild in angles and stiff from resting in an odd pose. For whatever words going to say died when seeing who it was. Strutting in fear. "Hesy... shit... what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Miss. Charlie sent me to check on you as you haven't returned her calls or come back as owed. Leaving me in charge to what is to come. Which, by the way, I'm taking you back to the hotel. No fighting about this." Hesediel said strictly, as he reached for one of the handcuffs.
"I think the keys are under-" Angel spoke, but paused in shocked watching the holy one grabbed the thick chain and crushed in his hand without thinking twice into fine silversand. Doing the same with the other, once he rounded the bed, daring not to hover too long above the spider. Angel rubbing his sore joints, head downcast.
"Can you get the other... " Hesediel paused, pointing near Angel's neither regions.
Angel only nodded. Taking care of the sex toys like it was second nature. Barely reacting when certain pressures and tears were the results, heaving out a low. "Fuck..."
"Are you alright?"
"As a sexy fille de joie can be. Drop it."
"Do you have anything to cover yourself or that won't irritate your wounds?" Hesediel asked, changing the subject quickly, already nearing the closet and trunk furthest away to give Angel space. Finding the crushed and dirty sticky remains of Angel's phone under some of the discarded clothes. One mystery solved.
"That isn't clingy or really cover anything? You're funny. Bastards ripped my stage robe too." Angel pointed off to some random spot of his room.
"So... nothing."
"Yeah-" Angel was cut off when feeling the soften inner lines of a large purple cloth land on his bare lap. Using his unhurt arms to see it was Hesediel's jacket. He looked to the holy being fixing his shirt and hat. Hesediel rolled up his sleeves, unaware of the other's shock, until hearing. "Umm..."
"It will have to do. Put it on, it's fine." Hesediel answered back, reaching into his pants pocket for the tiny hellphone. Adjusting his shades by a twitch to his fingers, listening to a few rings, and he spoke. "Razzle have the limo running, we're leaving when we get down there." Pausing when a reply was given and snapped the phone shut to pocket it, saying to Angel. "Can you walk?"
"Nah, but I can hobble fine." Angel said, slipping the jacket on over his shoulders, getting his unhurt arm through a sleeve that only his fingers peeked, fiddling with a few buttons to close it. Impressed how warm it was and not all surprised in the size it was. Just passing casual cocktail limits length near his knees. The baggyness leaving his wounds alone as it could.
"Not ideal-"
"Fuck if I want to be carried out of here by someone from the hotel. Let me have some dignity, bitch. Be happy I'm not walking out in the buff."
"Very well."
Hesediel glanced in time to see Angel slowly getting up to stand. Rushed in time to keep the spider from caving under his weight. Spacing the two for Hesediel to detach one of his suspenders, so Angel could lean on him. Angel choose not to question that odd displacement, as Hesediel tucked the strap in his pants; not to drag or snag on anything. Though his eyes soon fell on where a light burnt smell was coming from, when realizing it wasn't flesh or fur. Angel groaned.
"Did you?"
"You want me to apologize for that?"
Angel's silence was all Hesediel got as he carefully lead themselves toward to the elevators. Mindful in keeping out for any of Angel's coworkers or his boss, given how rarely wanted to speak about the demon. Haunting in the growing dread that spread acrossed Angel's very being. Jumping and leaning closer to Hesediel when the elevator came to a stop. Opening to main floor. Angel spotting few of his coworkers lounging about. The exit was in sight, yet, Angel couldn't find it in him to move further when hearing a deep voice that shook his core.
"Angie, baby, where do you think you're going? I haven't clock you out."
Hesediel eyed the sex demon lord in a tilt when Angel strained to face his boss, failing hold back a sudden shiver. Hesediel able to guess in having a few inches on the demon, so the looming growler didn't affect as planned compare to how Angel was left in worryment. Dressed in thick animal pattern furs and fancy feather hat. Catching the glint of his gold tooth as the long and unhinged smile, as the demon neared. Hesediel slowly stood in front of Angel's unbreaking stare to the other. To one's relief and other's choler.
"And who the fuck are you, motherfucker?" The sex demon asked, sizing up the other, smirking when catching the other wasn't carrying. An easy mark.
"I'm-"
Angel jumped in. "Just a client, daddy. I was trying to hurry up and now, would you look at that. We're going to miss out half what he asked for. Time is money, ya know? Got to get-"
"Angie baby, shut your mouth." The sex demon glared to the spider, before looking back at Hesediel, that playful smirk sharpened when he spoke. "So who are you and why you stealing my best whore? You know that's a crime on my turf."
"I'm Hesediel, Mr. Dust is a patient of mine. I'm his doctor in short." Hesediel answered steadily, eyes focused on the demon through his shades, and tender still in keeping Angel from falling to the ground. Adding, to what made Angel inert in horror. "And you are?"
"Excuse me?"
"V-val... daddy, he's not from around here. Umm... well... ya-"
"Angie if you plan to use that mouth, you better get back up stairs and work. Leave me and your... doctor client to chit-chat. Name is Valentino and I think you need to remember that, bitch."
"To be fair, you don't appear as someone who would simply chitchat with random clients. So, I'm going to have to turn down that generous offer." Hesediel answered, facing Angel with a softer speech pattern. "Let's go, I want to be sure your wounds aren't infected." Looking back at the sex demon, saying with a tip of his hat. "Good day to you. I hope not to see you any time soon... sir."
Though, before Hesediel could turn face. Valentino grabbed for the holy one's throat. Hesediel wisely kept Angel out of reach, while the sex demon wrapped around the bolo tie to have faces inches from each other. Ready to snarl at Hesediel. Only for him to howl in pain and ripped his hand away from the tie that glowed gently before fading back to a simple clasp. While a new swirl of burnt flesh that hissed as a grilled ironpan dinner and curled in twisted ends to almost expose veins, muscles, and bone. The pain so great, that it had the demon buckled, knees mere inches from the ground.
"I would ask you kindly not to touch me again, sir. Mostly for your own well being." Hesediel blunter in such driness, it could have been heard as a joke, almost. Fixing himself quickly and picking up his dropped hat. Minding back to Angel that was death gripping the nearest wall. Eyes wide at the sight, soon focusing when Hesediel smoothly turn Angel away from his boss towards him. Hesediel asking. "Are you okay?"
Angel could only nod and let Hesediel guide him out of the building and to the limo in swift haste, given the lounge was gathering onlookers. His boss's curses numbing to each beat to his quicken heart that fell to his ears. Finding his voice in the limo was on the move. "I'm in so much shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..."
"Cross that bridge when it's time."
"Easy for you to say!" Angel yelled, pushing Hesediel as hard he could in his weak state. Mattering not, given that Hesediel hardly showed a response. "Fuck! Move you damn brickhouse!"
Hesediel did as so, choosing a farther seat away and giving Angel his space. Hesediel focusing on other matters, much as searching his pockets. Tapping on the divided sliding window, handing back the small phone. Whispering hushly. "Send message to Miss. Charlie that I did my job and I am finishing other errands. I'll be back late. We're going to drive for a bit, understand?"
"Shit... my piggy. I didn't tell Molls I was working overtime." Angel said, unaware it was out loud.
"Also, have a check up on Mr. Dust's pet is alright."
Dazzle nods with a low growl. Taking care of what the angel asked. Hesediel rolling up the window, leaving just the two now. Hesediel watching through his shades of how Angel continuing his ranting to himself, fighting to stay awake. Clutching the jacket closer to his body, hissing when moving his bum leg too quickly.
"Fuck..."
"May I check your leg?"
"Fuck off."
"Why not just rest then, Mr. Dust-"
"Fuck. Off."
Hesediel stayed quiet, arms crossed over his chest. Head leaning against the silk design walls, hat tilting to cover sight, as the shades cleared to appear as glasses once more. Angel while in struggled to curled up in his seat, back pointed to Hesediel as he lay his head by the cool windowsill. Bruised eyes staring aimlessly, toying his bleeding bottom lip more in lost thought, while attempting a steady breath. Besides the rumble of the limo and wilds of the city. The two remained silence through the drive. Until one of them spoke when the hotel was coming into view, nightfall setting.
"Are you going to tell princess this?"
"On what grounds?"
Angel straighten in his sit, gesturing to his being, huffing a heated line. "I was gone longer than I agreed to, I'm drugged up, smell like booze and sex, look like I was in fights. All her big no-no rules. You blind or suddenly go retarded? Fuck!" He tried to bite back a yell when he made a try to move one of his broken arms.
In the mist of his anger, Hesediel moved closer to Angel. Wanting to check the arm, but stopped when a beaten glare shot at him. Freezing in his spot and sitting back down. Rising his hands up in sign of surrender.
"You're hurt. I just want to help, Mr. Dust."
"Sure. Didn't answer my question. You going to rat me out to your master, lapdog."
"Do you want me to?"
"Fuck no! That's why I asked."
"Then I won't. End of story. Please, Mr. Dust, let me help you." Hesediel said, staying in his seat. Awaiting for the other to make the next move.
"Excuse me if I don't feel like in a trusting mood right now." Angel hissed, eyeing Hesediel at a certain gesture.
"You mean what happen with your boss? I never was not clear about my clothing. It's for protection. He was clearly going to hurt me."
"Then why the warning to everyone else? Sounds like you are asking for trouble or do you think people believe forever you don't like being touched? Bullshit."
"I don't want to hurt any of you. Given even as how handsy you get, Mr. Dust, I was more looking out for you than trying to play cat and mouse. If you think this was a ploy like those other angels have done. You're wrong. And I am sorry to make you think otherwise. I never intended for that."
"Prove it."
The limo comes to stop. Razzle this time popping through the downward dim window. Giving a growing greeting.
Hesediel looked to the little demon, saying. "May you check to be sure everyone is not lingering about. I need to get Mr. Dust in with little trouble."
The little demon nodded and him and twin heads in first. Living the two alone. Hesediel working on taking his tie and other suspender off. Rolling the suspenders neatly and bounded by the tie. Tossing it to ground of the limousine floor.
"Any other means to protect myself is not on me. I'm hapless as a lamb to slaughter as it gets. I highly suspect that you could easily kill me. I'll be honest to say I had training but in the end, I can't find it in me to draw blood. Mr. Dust, please, tru-"
The words died on his lips as he felt a familiar grip around his throat. Looking into fiery mismatch eyes through askew sight and hat fallen to the floor. Moving not an inch. Not even as the grip tighten and his vision started to spotted. Still, Hesediel lay himself to other as it comes. Flinchless as two of the claws broke skin. Silence rolling between them. It lasted until the main limousine door open. Angel letting go in a flash and back in his seat, before the goat twins were back. Hesediel straighten his shirt, caring little or showing no response when the demon twins asked about the bloody collar.
"Coast clear?" Hesediel asked, clearing his throat at the soreness that bubbled out. Patting his stain collar stright, tapping the temple shades to glasses, and hat back in place.
Dazzle nodded.
"Very good. I'll take care of the lock up. You two may head to bed. Thank you for the trouble." Hesediel said, having the two alone once again in a standstill. Speaking carefully to Angel. "Trust me. Let me help you."
"Why?"
"Despite how life made our kind be to each other. I still follow my code as an Angel of Mercy. I'm here to help. But also, I'm here to protect those that are in need the most. I do this for anyone that walks through those doors or even in gentle passing, like your sister or a clerk or two I have met in my time here. Even Alastor despite the friction between us. If I didn't want to be here. Would have I bother to stay or put up this madness? I would but did not, because now you all mean too much to me." Hesediel slowly moved closer to Angel, holding out his hand for the spider to take or not. Adding lastly when the glare became a loose sence of unsureness. "Mr. Dust... Angel, as your friend. Please, let me help you."
Angel now left show, blaming quietly on tiredness and blood loss. Yet, even in the inner screams of his mind and body to stay wary. Took Hesediel hand. Finding his voice, raw in the sudden change in the air being strangling on his being. "Fine. Kick those under the seat. Got it? It's a nice speech but I didn't die yesterday."
"Very well." Hesediel agreed, kicking the bounded clothing under the narrow gap.
"Now what? I don't think I can get to my room. Shit, still a chance I'll run into someone. Al has a habit to do nightly strolls lately."
"Bold as this may sound. My room. Seeing it far away enough and no elevators or stairs needed." Hesediel said, adding offhand as they left the limo and go inside. "His nightly strolls might be my fault."
Angel snorted, glancing at the tall holy being. "Why am I not surpise."
"Who knows." Hesediel stated, getting them to his room in ease. Minding through the office, tossing his hat to the coat rack in grace, and going to the door on the left into his bedroom. Settling Angel on the soft bed in care, wandering to where the bathroom was.
Angel lay on the bed, enjoying the soft and incline of the mattress. Eyes looking around room to see it setup in sparce in cobble stone walls and ceiling, with redwood polish floors, a few bookshelves and cases set about, and a smaller desk with a gaslamp as a midpoint that was before the bathroom and closet. The right side of the bed having a table, a low melt candle with a thick book there. Jolting from his thoughts when hearing running water.
Looking towards the bathroom and Hesediel walking out. Minding not of the pose Angel choose to be on his bed. Saying as he neared. "First, a bath. A shower would be wiser but your leg."
Angel shrugged tiredly.
"I'll leave you to that while I head to your room to gather any sleepwear. If you don't mind?"
"Get my piggy." Angel ordered, as Hesediel helped him stand and lead to the bathroom.
"Of course." Said Hesediel lowers Angel enough to sit on the edge of the tub, going to help more but was quickly brushed off.
"Beat it." Angel growled, already working on the jacket buttons and turning away, cold shoulder as it came in the ticking seconds.
"Very well. I'll be back soon."
"Whatever." Angel fling the jacket on the floor before sinking into comfortable warm water. Hissing and groaning when much deeper crusted wounds buzzed against the sudden weight. But sighed as the cooling edge of the wall connected to the tub felt heavenly on his sore neck and hushing the headache he had for the last few days. Reaching, irk by how bent some of his fingers, two even chipped nails. Still kept in mind for a washcloth and one of the weird assorted bottle. Grabbing a dim gray color liquid that smelled of pears and herbs. Cautiously added it the cloth and then to his fur. It stung as he thought, yet wasn't as horrible while he cleaned himself.
Wasn't aware of how roughly he was to his body, the growing murky water splashing as he was lost in thoughts again. Looking and cleaning to each wound that was in sight. Sharp gnawing on his lips carelessly, unaware that Hesediel returned. A gentle hand stopping him and a drain popped. No words were said as Hesediel helped Angel to stand again and out of the tub, to set him on the sink counter. Reaching for a towel on the rack by the shower, patting Angel's hair and laying it on his shoulders to fix.
"I have what is needed on the bed. Ready to move?"
"I think my legs fell asleep."
Hesediel looked at the spider demon, catching how blank his stare was back under the puffy dark eyes. A twitch rake in hand for a second, before having Angel's good arm around his newly healed neck. While placing a hand on Angel's hip to have the spider demon hover just inches off the ground and carried carefully to the bed. Hesediel noticing how Angel relaxed upon seeing Fat Nuggets nosing the bedsheets in mindless enjoyment.
"Baby!" Angel called out in glee, reaching out to stroke the pig's ears once close enough. Barely taking in mind of Hesediel opening a first aid kit and worked on the wounds scattered on Angel's legs first. Pausing when a warning hiss echoed from the spider.
"I'll be quick." Hesediel said, working in the alcohol wipes and wraps. Sparing a greeting to Fat Nuggets that nose Hesediel hand that hovered a bit over Angel's leg.
"What are you doing?" Angel asking, upon feeling a knitting tepid gale course through his nerves.
"Cast healing. Something I picked up in my youth. Safer than holy miracles." Hesediel answered bluntly, recalling the need to stay Angel's good side. Reaching for a bottle, that Angel recognized in similar style to the ones in the bathroom. Hesediel's murured voice reached his ears. "Sadly, it's not as fast. But beggars can't be choosers."
"But you used it a lot for yourself." Angel stated, pointing to Hesediel's neck.
"Believe me that I would rather do this than causing you harm. I don't need more guilt." Hesediel finished, gesturing for Angel to lean closer, saying. "Your arms next. What about your third set?"
"Val didn't need them for this shooting. Lucky me."
"Speaking of which. Be sure to add this when you need it. I say after this, I'll leave you to it."
Hesediel held out a tube of fissure ointment. Angel wanted to say something crude, yet, the still focus face on Hesediel while tending to his wounds with whimsy wandering magical touch. That rushed about like a winter morning melting in a spring. Cold but refreshing, let the bite of his words go.
"Right."
"I hope what I found for sleepwear is fine." Hesediel pointed to the small desk of a large long shirt with an 80's band graphic and some comfy shorts. Adding. "All I could find that would be alright for your wounds."
"Yeah. It's fine."
Later into the night. Morning just hours away that left a restless Angel in Hesediel's bed. Even with the comfort of his piggy held dearly in his third of arms. Too tender of his other limbs to move, yet, he still rose. Arousing his piggy that oinked sudden and raspy. Angel lulled his baby back to sleep. Sighing calmly soon after.
Looking around the room, having a lone small stainless window be his light. Shivering when some of shadowy shapes played ill tricks with his mind. Nearly jumping when thinking his boss was awaiting in a corner. Dry mouth from the after effects of the drugs, he wills himself to get out of the bed and stand, unsteady as it was. Progress that certain joints were still numb.
Inching towards to the bathroom. Over the choice to the kitchenette, yet the bathroom was farther from the violet holy being asleep on the couch. The lights flickering on the moment the door swung open. Angel reaching the counter in a death grip in one hand and another fiddling with the faucet to strain his hand. Nearly jumping when a cup was hovering in his eye view when placed down on the counter beside him, after his second failed attempt and juddering curses.
"Bitch!" Angel hissed, turning with a tired glare to his sudden company.
"Sorry. I heard noises. I did try to forewarn you." Hesediel said, closing a side cabinet while stepping back to give Angel space.
Angel clicked his tongue, taking the cup and get his water. Wanting to focus on anything that was not a handsome scruffy dressed down holy guy in only baggy pajama bottoms. If he was in a playful mood, that golden-tint skin would not stand a chance against the flith that Hesediel received from Angel on a daily basis. Yet, Angel could give was wary heated stares and closed off stance, as he wrapped his arms tighter around his being.
"I'll leave you be."
"Whatever." Angel hushed, sipping the cooling water.
Quickly having two more and another taken to bed. Stopping suddenly when catching a certain jacket still left on the floor. A brow arched, not understanding when moving to pick it up. Letting that familiar weight drop in his bandaged hands. Recalling through his hazy mind of the warmth it had, the rainforest smell that lingered as a sense of peace after the hell he had.
Not wanting to waste more thoughts on something that made his lips sullen. Yet, despite better judgement his grip tighten on the cloth over throwing it to ground. Slipping it over his shoulders and heading to bed. Refusing to concede to what he just did. Though, still he was remaining wide awake. A nagging nip in his brain kicked at him. Having him toss and turn, careful not to harm his pet. Only stopping when a knock and a dull voice muffled from the shut door.
"Mr. Dust, are you alright?"
"No." Angel groaned.
"Is that permission to come in?"
"Just get in here."
Hesediel does so. Nearing until standing near the end of the bed. Awaiting for the other speak.
"My limbs are hurting again."
"Where?"
"Arms. And my head."
Hesediel takes a seat in the opening of the bed, minding little of the piglet wandered into his lap. Ushering for Angel to near and worked the fae magic. In seconds Angel felt better, nearly having himself resting on Hesediel's shoulder closest to him.
"Why do you have my jacket?"
"Shut up."
"Alright then." Hesediel said, focusing on the task at hand. Unsure to how to take when Angel was starting to cling to him. Nothing was too risque, so he said nothing on it as he was sure the pain numbed itself. Soon speaking. "Mr. Dust?"
Leaving little choice to get out the tight grips. Unwillingly decided to lay in the bed. A piglet between them and comfortable wrapped in his owner's arms. Hesediel having a thought to how things will play in the morning, likely going to be loud and filled with profanity. Yet, the fine hairs on Angel's head reminded him of a tyro back home. Wanting that silent wish to feel safe. Hesediel ran his hand through Angel's hair, gentle as always he kept his touch to anyone he could do so.
Choosing to give the unasked protection, aware that the results would vary, but this is why he's here. For now, he'll worry about it in the morning. It's been a long day and even night as it was. Tomorrow morn is a new day. Take life by the horns then. Sleep snunk up on Hesediel before he knew it. Holding Angel in kind as the other did unknowingly back.