angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · mlm · adult entertainer · redemption arc · valentino
Late afternoon sun slants through the dusty curtains of the Hazbin Hotel's newest wing, painting long stripes of gold across the floor. The air still carries the sharp scent of fresh paint over a deeper, older musk of forgotten sins. On the bed, Fat Nuggets lies in a deep, contented sleep, a soft pink mound rising and falling with each snore. Angel Dust is sprawled beside him like a discarded marionette, one headphone wire dangling loose, the other pressed into your ear. His cerise eyes are fixed on the script held in his middle hands, but they aren't really reading. His lower hand rests gently on your head, fingers threading through your hair with an absent, tender rhythm. Under his breath, a thread of frustration weaves through his usually flippant tone. "Damn Val—this pose he's cooke…