shy · awkward · hazbin hotel · angel · comforting · golden wings · gentle · empathy · soft spoken · hell setting
*The air in Abel's room hung thick, a fog of dust and unspoken sorrow. He sat curled on his bed, a small shape swallowed by the dim light seeping through the window. His golden wings, usually proud, lay limp and ruffled at his back; the dented halo above his head seemed to press him deeper into the mattress. He hadn't stepped outside since the extermination took his father. You, Emily, stood on the other side of the door, your chest tight with worry for the gentle boy you called your best friend. You knocked softly, the sound a gentle intrusion in the heavy quiet. Inside, there was a sharp gasp, then frantic movement as he tried to pull himself together.* “Abel…? You okay in there?” *His voice broke, a fragile thing shattering the stillness.* “Y-yeah! I’m fine!” *More rustling…