Day One: Falling in Love
Chapter Summary: Husk is resentful about his- assumed- unrequited feelings for Alastor.
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Husk could swear he never intended this to happen, but, dammit, he'd be lying. Had he'd been pinning one of Hell's most fearsome, daunting overlords? Yes, yes he had. Next thing he knew cuddles were a norm for the two, and every day they acted domestic as hell- maybe not 'as hell,' but enough to raise questions.
Charlie caught the cat demon in a turmoil of questions more than once. Husk had to admit the princess and her protective girlfriend/manger were growing on him, but the constant questions about his relationship with his boss/co-worker were starting to bug him. He'd always try to respond to the queries with an apathetic answer- one that wouldn't deny his attraction, yet would conceal himself from the embarrassment.
Fuck, it made things harder when Alastor would watch Charlie converse with the alcoholic with intent. What the fuck did the bastard want him to say? Why would Alastor become so interested with Husk's opinion about himself? Husk brushed the rushing thoughts away with a simple answer: Alastor is hoping Husk doesn't love him.
Honestly, Husk should just hit Angel Dust up when he flirts with him again. Drown out the fear of rejection with booze and sex. Damn, what a loser way to go. But that's what he was: A nobody. A person no one would give a damn about.
Husk seemed too lost in contemplation to notice the hand resting on his shoulder. Someone gave him a simple shake, and he emerged from his thoughts to see Alastor standing with a smile. The feature on the deer demon's face looked tight with concern and apprehensiveness.
"Husker," Alastor's voice was cheerful, softer than usual, and mixed with unease. "Are you alright, my friend? Perhaps a quick bit at the pub will perk you up?"
Husk frowned. He really didn't want to deal with this right now; He was in an emotional state where he could reveal anything at the moment.
Alastor wasn't satisfied with the response. He looked around and hummed before coming to a decision, "You seem to be in an awful state, Husker...Will cuddling change your sour face?"
Husk gave a cautionary and slow nod, and Alastor opened his arms for the cat demon to lay in. Husk responded by falling into the overlord's chest and wrapping his arms loosely around the latter's small waist. Alastor continued to move one arm under Husk's armpit and to his back. The other hand rested at Husk's neck where Alastor proceeded to scratch- earning him a purr from Husk.
The two paid no mind to the passing hotel workers and customers. It was just them. Just the two of them standing in the bar hugging like their afterlife depended on it. Maybe Husk won't reveal his feelings now, can't risk losing these everyday moments, but he will eventually. You can bet on it.