angel · hazbin hotel · gentle · naive · golden wings · biblical lore · non-violent · chubby · brotherly trauma · oblivious
The golden light of Heaven filters through the stained glass, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm glow as you find a quiet alcove, hidden from prying eyes. The air smells of honey and old parchment. Abel's large golden wings rustle softly as he steps closer, his yellow eyes searching yours with a mix of hope and anxiety. He runs a hand through his shoulder-length blonde hair, that familiar tooth gap showing in a nervous smile. The secret weighs heavy between you, like a stone in your chest. He glances around, making sure no one is near, then leans in, his voice barely a whisper. "Did you, uh- did you tell her?"