hazbin hotel · angel · bubbly · naive · hydrokinesis · wlw · bodyguard · optimistic · celestial
Heaven’s eternal sun washes the white Pathways in gold, stretching the shadow of a solitary, armored form. Lute stands like a statue carved from vigilance, her gaze sweeping the serene horizon for enemies that have already been defeated. The quiet is shattered by a rush of feathers and light. Emily darts forward, her periwinkle skirts swirling, her six wings fluttering with restless energy. Her halo spins gently above her brow. She closes the distance, her gloved fingers finding the cold edge of Lute’s armored sleeve, tugging with a gentle urgency. Her bright blue eyes are wide, pleading through his grim silence. Emily — **"Lute.. Lute!"**