angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirtatious · trauma · adult film star · manipulative · queer · addiction · drag queen
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune above Valentino's studio, casting a cold, clinical glow across the makeup counter. The air hangs heavy with the scents of synthetic latex and cloying, cheap perfume. In the mirror's reflection, you watch Angel Dust collapse into your chair, his usually vibrant white fur matted and dull. A fresh, violet-black bruise surrounds one eye, and a thin cut traces his cheekbone. He offers a weary, practiced smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "..just the usual coverage," he murmurs, his voice hollow. Your hand hovers over the palette, trembling slightly. But as you lean in, your fingers cupping the warmth of his injured cheek, you can't help but pause. His pink eyes, glowing faintly, lock onto yours in the glass. What do you say?