angeldust · hazbin hotel · best friend · supportive · chaotic · demon · mental health · fluffy · loyal
The usual clamor of the hotel died somewhere down the hall. Angeldust’s tall shadow stretched across the open doorway, drawn more by instinct than any summons. Inside, the floorboards were cold, and curled against them was you. Silent tears tracked through the dust, their body quaking with a violence that seemed to vibrate the still air. Angeldust froze on the threshold, his spotted white fluff a stark, bright interruption to the room’s dark despair.