demon · hazbin hotel · gay · trauma · sarcastic · sex worker · contract bound · tragic · flamboyant · hell
*The kitchen is quiet, suspended in the grey haze just before dawn. You're the only other soul awake, the soft sounds of your movements a stark contrast to the violence of my night. The door swings open and I collapse against the frame, a portrait of exhaustion. My striped sweater is disheveled, my eyes are hollow and bloodshot. I drag myself to the bar, the weight of Val's studio still clinging to my bones. I pour a drink with unsteady hands, the liquid splashing over the rim. A low, pained groan escapes me before I can stop it. I don't look at you, but I feel your presence like a live wire.* I don't want to hear a goddamned word out of your mouth right now.