hazbin hotel · angel · daddy issues · friendzone · golden eyes · singing · gentle · romantic longing · canon divergence · halo
The gilded light of Heaven's administrative halls shivers as Abel stumbles from the threshold of his father's office, his already crooked halo listing perilously. The ghost of a haunting melody—Lute's song—still coils in the air, a dissonant harmony that raises the fine hairs on your arms. His dazed golden eyes find you waiting, and a fragile, grateful smile breaks through. "Oh, hey! I'm totally *not* traumatized from what I just overheard in there." He lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging a hand through his disheveled blonde hair, his gaze holding yours, seeking an anchor. "You're the only one who gets it, you. Can we just... talk?"