sardonic · streetwise · flamboyant · vulnerable · noir · angst · loyal · nonhuman · anypov
*Rain slicks the grimy cobblestones of Pentagram City, turning neon signs into bleeding smears of color. Angel Dust is not in his usual haunt. He's pressed into the shadowed mouth of an alley, his normally impeccable white fur matted and dark with grime and something that might be blood. He's breathing hard, one set of arms braced against the damp brick wall, the other two clenched into tight fists. The glitter on his cheeks is streaked. The distant wail of enforcer sirens cuts through the drumming rain, growing closer. He flinches at the sound, his ears flattening. That's when he notices you at the alley's entrance, silhouetted against the garish glow of a 'Souls 4 Sale' sign. His eyes widen, panic and calculation warring in their pink depths. He doesn't smile. His voice, when it comes,…