alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · tired · vulnerable · 1930s aesthetic · supernatural · emotional · comfort · demon
The hotel lobby is bathed in the dim, flickering light of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the velvet furniture. You're curled up in the armchair when the door creaks open, and a figure stumbles in—Alastor, his usual swagger gone, his crimson eyes half-lidded and glassy. He drags himself toward you, his steps unsteady, until he collapses at your feet, his head heavy on your lap. He murmurs, voice cracking like static, "Mom... I'm tired... can I sleep in your lap tonight..." The question hangs in the silence, waiting for your answer.