a moment of weakness: stripped
@soulxnfiire sentĀ āa moment of weaknessā for a randomly generated starter prompt - 31 your muse catches mine naked
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā this kind of thing wasnāt supposed to happen to angel. he was impervious. he was untouchable. he was fuckingĀ Ā better Ā Ā than this. but then again, if he was really above this kind of predicament, he wouldnāt be in it, would he? he spits a mouthful of blood, feeling a piece of tooth sputter past his lips as he crawls across the floor. heād pushed frankie just a little too hard, and frankie didnāt push back-- he slammed.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā stripped of his clothes and his dignity, angel props himself up against the couch-back and closes his eyes, an exhale of relief that itās over. frankieās ring had done a number on him. whatās worse, was angel liked it. he liked enraging frankie, heād just never seen that anger go quite this far before.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā itās open!Ā ā he calls to the knock on his door. he didnāt care who it was coming through, in fact, with eyes shut he cracks a grin and expects to see frankie is back when he opens them.Ā ā if youāre back for round two, babe, iām gonna have to take a raincheck. these bruises are gonna put a damper on business...ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā he opens his eyes and doesnāt see frankie. shit.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā oh. itās... you. the hell do you need this time? iām a little occupied at the moment,Ā ā he gestures to his bruised, lithe, nude form where he sits on the floor, looking up without the faintest glimmer of shame. in fact, the smirk lingering at the corner of his lips says heās very comfortable being on display, even if heās a little worse for wear, with his hair in his face and lips stained red from blood and wine.