angel, rogue bastard
he / him
twenty-six
july 21st
alto mare, johto
heterosexual
pilot
nautica owner
TAG WITH @angelo
angelo vestri
united, you and i [c]
POSTED ON Aug 1, 2022 18:27:55 GMT
[attr="class","angelocam"] By the time life stirs within the sanctuary of warm, soft sheets and snores long associated with peace, the cookies have grown cool. On his back, Angelo remains still as he slowly wakes. Awareness trickling in with a slow drip from the tips of his fingertips to his toes, from the ache in sore muscles and the sweet scents he can't quite place lingering in the air... He's unsure how long it takes for him to muster the energy to let blurry eyes crack open, but the familiar warmth pressed against his side, gentle snores whispering pleas for him to wake into his ear, is more than enough to convince Angelo to brave the world. For skyler dross he'd venture to the farthest, darkest unknown reaches of the universe to be reunited with her. Unfocused blue eyes blink around the room. He finds a plate of cookies on the bedside table when he tilts his head just so, the mystery of the sweet aroma discovered. Blue scales peek out at the end of the bed, while on the floor his jacket is thrown in a heap. Claimed by four Dreepy, sleeping soundly in a bundle with their noses buried in the fabric. Surrounded by the drowsy breaths of his family, fatigue clinging to every bone, it's a sentiment that the pilot deeply shares. An exhausted temptation that Angelo stubbornly refuses. Not until he sees her. Not until he can assure himself that if he whispered a touch against her cheek, it would reach her. That he hasn't been swept away to limbo... Beneath his gingerly shifted weight when Angelo rolls onto his side, a bedspring routinely creaks. If his throat hadn't felt tight under the bands of gauze, he'd groan about the protest in his body, too. Like Jolly's tail, Angelo's heart does a little tap tap of its own when he sees her. Golden hair untamed and drool pooling on her corner of the pillow pulling a smile from him, weak in too many ways to count. Finally a thumb takes to her jaw, slowly tracing the shape with the wonderment of a castaway finding the shoreline again. A peaceful sigh escapes. He's home. Hidden behind the curtains, two shadows drift outside the window then linger... [newclass=.angelocam] [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam b] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam i] color: #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.angelocam u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: dashed 1px #95a2b5; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass]
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