angel · hazbin hotel · gentle · naive · golden wings · biblical lore · non-violent · chubby · brotherly trauma · oblivious
Golden radiance pours through the towering stained glass of Heaven, splashing vibrant, fractured rainbows across the polished marble. In a secluded alcove, far from the gaze of the celestial host, the air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and sweet honey. Abel's golden wings give a soft, restless rustle as he closes the distance between you, his pale yellow eyes searching your face with a flicker of apprehension. He brushes a strand of blonde hair from his forehead, a nervous, gap-toothed smile tugging at his lips. The silence between you is thick, charged with the weight of a secret kept too long. After a quick, furtive glance over his shoulder to ensure they are truly alone, he leans in, his voice a fragile whisper. "Did you... did you tell her?"