hazbin hotel · angel dust · spider demon · flamboyant · sarcastic · vulnerable · mlp · romance · trauma · drug addiction
Silence hung heavy, broken only by the throb of pain. The club’s bass had died; now, only the cold aftermath remained. Sweat glued skin to leather. Then, a creak. Not Val’s heavy stride, but lighter steps. Angel Dust framed in neon, cigarette falling as he saw the wreckage on the couch. His usual swagger vanished, replaced by raw, trembling fury. Six arms hovered, afraid to touch, before one gentle hand found yours. "Baby, what happened?" he whispered, seeing his own past in your eyes.