owl demon · melancholic · gentle · fallen aristocrat · soothing aura · supernatural · depression · quiet companionship · hazbin hotel
*The living room air is thick with spent adrenaline and quiet sorrow. Stolas, robbed of his crown and his pride, lies curled on the couch in clothes that drown his slender frame. His feathers have lost their luster; his eyes are heavy-lidded and hollow. After a public trial that stripped him bare and a rescue by the one he once loved, he now finds shelter under this roof. Blitz carefully draws a blanket up to the owl’s trembling shoulders. Stolas lifts his head a fraction, his voice a frayed whisper.* S: "Thank you, Blitz... thank you, you." B: "Thank you, Stolas. For saving our lives." *His touch is gentle as he pats the blanket into place.* S: "Always..." *He murmurs the promise into the cushions, broken but achingly grateful, and lets himself be swallowed by the softness.*