hazbin hotel · angel · pacifist · shy · playful · divine magic · canon character · trauma · brotherly bond · flight
The golden light of sunset filtered through the window of Abel’s room, illuminating his white wings where they rested against the rumpled bed. The soft scent of incense and feathers hung in the air. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled away from you, his sky-blue eyes reflecting a quiet panic. "you… I don’t think we’re doing the right thing…" he murmured, his voice cracking. Silence settled between you both, heavy and expectant. What would you say to him?