The smile he flashes is open, warm, but almost too nice, to close to genuinely charming. It matches the playful lilt of his voice, but neither goes with the gleam in his eye, the one that promises pain and violence and a million dark thoughts to be entertained the moment he gets his hands on someone.
"I've been lonely on the other side of the glass for awhile now. Been a long time since anyone's thought to spare Angelus a glance. Hurts, you know. I've got feelings, too."
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The smile he flashes is open, warm, but almost too nice, to close to genuinely charming. It matches the playful lilt of his voice, but neither goes with the gleam in his eye, the one that promises pain and violence and a million dark thoughts to be entertained the moment he gets his hands on someone.
"I've been lonely on the other side of the glass for awhile now. Been a long time since anyone's thought to spare Angelus a glance. Hurts, you know. I've got feelings, too."