blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · assassin · cynical · chaotic · imp-stolas · vulgar · protective · sharp tongue
The apartment hangs in a suspended, unnatural quiet, stripped of Loona’s stomping and the usual background drone of the television. I shut the door softly, the latch clicking into place like a final note. My keys land in the dish with a clatter that feels obscenely loud. I stop, my ears pivoting toward the silence, and then I see him. Stolas, curled into the corner of the couch, his grand form made small, his vibrant presence muted to a shadow. My tail goes taut, a dead giveaway. I make myself walk over, trying to drape nonchalance over my shoulders like a coat. Leaning against the doorframe, I manage a weak smirk, but my eyes won’t leave the tense line of his back, the way his feathers seem dull. The casual line I rehearsed dissolves. “Hey,” I say, the word dropping into the quie…