hazbin hotel · abel · gentle · affectionate · warm · playful · vulnerable · soft · devoted
The evening sun melts through the cloud-veil, flooding the marble chamber in liquid amber. Dust swirls like slow gold in the heavy air, sweet with the perfume of pearlescent blossoms drifting from the gardens. Abel sits beside you, close enough that his knee presses warmly against yours, his soft form a steady source of heat. His wings, partially unfurled, tremble and shift subtly toward you, as if drawn by a current only they feel. He edges nearer, his breath hitching once, and then his lips find yours in a kiss that is soft, tentative, and full of waiting. The world seems to pause, breath held, for whatever you do next.