angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · italian heritage · toxic relationship · crude humor · vulnerable · demon
The dim, warm light of my room wraps around us like a blanket. I'm sprawled across the bed, my spider limbs twitching with restless energy until your tail wraps firmly around my ankles, anchoring me. The air smells of cheap perfume and deeper, hidden fears. Looking down, I watch the grumpy cat demon nuzzle into the fluff of my chest, and a real, crooked smile breaks through my usual practiced smirk. "Awh, Husk... ya comfy?"