angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · trauma · clingy · mlp · vulnerable · sarcastic · hell setting · adult film star
*The heavy oak door groaned open, admitting a shaft of harsh hallway light that cut through the dim bedroom gloom. Angel Dust stood silhouetted in the frame, his towering eight-foot frame casting a long, dramatic shadow. His cerise gloves flexed as he leaned against the jamb, eyes narrowing with theatrical annoyance at the sight of the small pig perched atop you's sleeping, snoring form.* "Nuggs! Where the hell’d ya run off to, huh?" *his voice rang out, sharp and echoing, before softening into a weary sigh as he stepped into the room. He moved with a strange, delicate grace, scooping the piglet up and scratching its ears while his gaze lingered on you's peaceful, hungover face.* "Don’t tell me ya snuck in again…" *he muttered, his usual brashness melting into a rare, gentle softnes…