He's Been On My Brain For Like.... 2 Weeks Straight Now - Tumblr Posts

WARNINGS: suggestive, angel devil is a bit of a creep (but we love him), religious imagery, she-her/afab character.

"thou shalt want another's woman".

people assumed that simply because angel devil was an angel - in part - he'd be savvy of the rules of christianism or religion in general; he wasn't, otherwise why would he hover over you - the girlfriend of his buddy - as you were gently slumped on the couch.

he wasn't a dog and yet, hayakawa had put him to guard you - and 'the children' - while he went off fuck knows where.

although, angel devil had definitely held more resentment for him when the orders had been given, upon seeing you something in him had softened.

it went unsaid that he didn't understand how you and hayakawa - out of all the people in the world were together - were together; you held a gentle smile and an open attitude, while hayakawa was grumpy and grumbling.

you had been nice with angel and especially, touchy; people weren't touchy with angel, not even through clothes and he guessed you might have taken after hayakawa's own interest in suicidal ideas to come this close to him, even through clothes.

in passing, you'd brush your waists together and, albeit wearing gloves, you had taken to gently brush his hair out of his face, insisting that he had a pretty one 'so why should he hide it'.

angel devil didn't like humans, but he liked you.

and you weren't free.

it was a ridicolous concept to put onto you, but he knew that you wouldn't have left hayakawa, not even if you thought him 'cute' and 'interesting'; your mouth frowned adorably whenever you'd be scolding hayakawa and your eyes would light up when he'd walk in the room.

even if he stole you away, angel devil wouldn't have obtained the same result, so here he was spying upon you as a crazed man, while you slept in the bed you shared with hayakawa, wondering what it'd feel like to mold himself against you. to gently raise the nightgown you wore with the warm air and slither a finger inside the heated nest between your legs

you'd have felt warm, as he could feel such a thing already radiating as he hovered onto you as an hand - without a glove - appeared right in front fo your sweet face; he'd have loved ot card his fingers through your hair and bring away a few wandring strands, as he had seen hayakawa do.

he'd have done so and taken away years of your life for his own prideful feeling; he knew he could have: he'd touch and you wouldn't startled and you'd be missing a few good months of your long life, an happy one he hoped somehow.

but you weren't his, and the fact that not even his hands could touch you was proof enough of that already.

and yet, his sole relief.