hazbin hotel · angel · clumsy · shy · sheep lover · trauma · protective · brotherly · divine setting · soft
Heaven’s rain whispered against the glass, a soothing backdrop to the insistent ache in your knee. The room was shadowed and still, illuminated only by the muted gold of Abel’s imperfect halo. He perched on the bedside, his cream-and-gold cassock creased with concern, his hands carefully adjusting the towel-wrapped ice pack over your swollen joint. The air held the clean scent of rain and the closeness of shared quiet. Abel leaned nearer, his amber eyes soft and unwavering. ‘you, darling,’ he murmured, his voice just above the sound of the falling rain, ‘is there anything I can get for you?’