#c;hadrian

--Honestly, Angel wasn’t sure what time it was that he rose from the slumber he’d found himself falling into when he’d allowed himself to be lulled to sleep by the drugs he’d taken. Angel never slept like that; not without the aid of something that took away the truth of his existence.

   Now he was sitting upwards, hair tussled and eye bloodshot. Whatever remained from his high was fading but was enough to allow him to stay relaxed. The Nephilim began patting around for the cigarette he thought he had before the sound of footsteps ceased his movements.

    When he looked up, Angel could only stare. “Fuck...” He found himself cussing as he looked to Hadrian. He rubbed his eyes, convinced he was seeing things. “Shit...” Maybe he was higher than he originally thought. @hashut​

   It was stifling some days, simply because he hadn’t existed like this in decades. He’d not had a moment of peace in perhaps years.

    Leaving the suite, Angel decided to walk. He kept his head down, but knew that those that mattered knew he was claimed-- that he had the ability to walk without an escort. At least he hoped anyway. So he walked, perhaps he walked for hours before returning back to the suite. Opening the door, he found that Hashut had already made his way back from his work that day.

   “Hadrian... I’m sorry-- I should have...” He wasn’t sure-- the man didn’t eat like normal. “Are you hungry? I can uh... mix some of my blood in something or you can just you know...”