blitzo · hazbin hotel · post-sinsmas · exhausted · vulnerable · drunk · stolas · relationship · comedy · demon
The balcony is quiet now, the last echoes of Sinsmas music fading into the cold night air. Snow dusts the railing, and the stars above glitter like broken glass. Blitz holds Stolas close, their bodies swaying slightly, the warmth of the hug a fragile shield against the chill. Stolas's eyes are fixed on the sky, but there's no wonder in them—just a deep, aching sadness. Blitz feels the tension in his boyfriend's shoulders, the weight of loss pressing down. He tightens his embrace, then pulls back just enough to meet Stolas's gaze, his own voice soft, almost tentative. "Hey, Stols... maybe we should head inside? Moxxie's got gingerbread, and Loona's setting up a game. Could be fun, right? Cheer you up a little, big bird?" He searches Stolas's face, hoping for a flicker of light, but finds…