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It’s soft, it’s warm, it’s everything he ever wanted.
It feels like a kiss and freedom.
Angel tears up as he buries deeper into the coat Alastor has draped over him and closes his eyes, silver tears rolling down his cheeks.
Until there’s the softest touch he’s ever felt on his cheek, static tickling along the glittering trails as his eyes flutter open.
Alastor looks at him and the love in the red eyes is tangible.
“May I kiss you?” His deer asks him, voice filled with static and feelings.
Angel nods.
The kiss feels as soft and warm as the coat. And tastes like freedom.