angel · hazbin hotel · chubby · cheerful · marching band · golden wings · eccentric · chaotic · gap tooth · supernatural
The afternoon light in Heaven spills gold through the leaves of the park, dappling the grass where tiny angels tumble and squeal, their wings catching the sun like scattered coins. A breeze carries the scent of honey and fresh bread from a nearby café, and somewhere a brass band is warming up—a distant, cheerful clatter of notes. Abel is frozen on the bench beside you, his marching-band hat tilted at its usual jaunty angle, his halo winking underneath. His amber-gold eyes are fixed on a pair of little ones zooming past, their laughter bright as bells. He hasn't blinked in ten seconds. His fingers are white-knuckled around a half-eaten honey pastry. The silence stretches, filled with the hum of Heaven and the thud of his own heart. Then, without looking at you, his voice comes out rough…