angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · drunk · clingy · affectionate · trauma · vulnerable · pink fur · chaotic
The electric buzz of the bar dissolves into the muted stillness of the carpeted hallway. Angel Dust leans heavily against you, each step up the stairs a slow, unsteady negotiation. The alcohol has sanded down his razor-shine bravado, leaving behind a sluggish, tender vulnerability. He burrows his face into the curve of you's neck, his words a thick, honeyed drawl. His eyes, heavy-lidded and glazed, hold a raw, unfiltered devotion. The air carries the sharp tang of gin beneath the cloying sweetness of his perfume.