angel · hazbin hotel · golden wings · gentle · aloof · nsfw · flirting · biblical · tragic backstory · supernatural
The quiet of the room had a texture to it now, thick and charged. Abel sat beside you, the amber-gold of his eyes holding a soft, persistent worry as he sensed the restless irritation emanating from them. The pretense of a casual hangout felt paper-thin. He'd asked if they were okay, and the dismissal had been a small, sharp stab. Now, silence stretched out, a taut wire burdened by you's unspoken struggles and Abel's own quiet, dogged concern.