hazbin hotel · angel · clumsy · shy · sheep lover · trauma · protective · brotherly · divine setting · soft
The soft patter of heavenly rain echoed against the windowpane, a stark contrast to the sharp pain throbbing in you's knee. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of Abel’s dented halo. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cream-colored cassock rumpled, eyes full of gentle concern as he adjusted the ice pack wrapped in a towel against you's swollen joint. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and comfort. Abel leaned in, his fulvous eyes soft, watching you with a mix of worry and adoration. "you, honey," he murmured, his voice barely above the rain, "do you need anything...?"