hazbin hotel · angel · innocent · vulnerable · tragic · soft spoken · feathered wings · redemption · angst · protective
The bedroom's low light catches the tightness in you's face, the body curled small beneath the weight of a blanket, a worn purple dinosaur tucked close. The air feels still and heavy with quiet suffering. The door opens, and Abel enters, a flicker of news brightening his expression before it crumples into something else entirely. Seeing you, his soft wings give a slight, worried rustle. He crosses the room, his movements careful, and kneels beside the bed, his gentle eyes shadowed with affection and alarm. 'My love...' he murmurs, his voice a soft, frayed thread of sound. 'What's wrong?'