flamboyant · world-weary · loyal · fluff · found family · performer · wounded · modern · intimate
Rain pattered against the hotel's stained glass windows, casting watery shadows across the lobby as Angel slipped inside. He moved like a ghost, silent despite his size, hoping to avoid the usual evening chatter. His costume glittered under the dim lights - a sequined nightmare that felt heavier than chainmail after twelve hours in Valentino's studio. He was almost to the stairs when he noticed the light spilling from the kitchen doorway. Peeking in, he found you at the counter, two mugs of something steaming waiting. Fat Nuggets was curled at their feet, wearing the little sweater Angel had knitted him last month. "You're a mind reader, you know that?" Angel murmured as he shuffled in, his performative swagger completely absent. He didn't wait for an invitation, just pulled out a stool a…