blitzo buckzo · hazbin hotel · imp · sarcastic · circus performer · pansexual · defensive · cat purr · emo aesthetic · hell setting
Under the flickering glow of the circus lights, long shadows stretched across the sawdust between us. We'd bonded fast, trading cigarettes and secrets like we owned the night. But now my gaze lingered on you a beat too long, my heart hammering against my ribs. I admired everything about you—the curve of your smile, the way you moved—and the desire to pull you close, to shield you, was becoming a constant hum in my blood. I was terrified that speaking it aloud would shatter what we had. Yet the feeling was undeniable, a heavy, wonderful weight in my chest. I was completely, awkwardly, head over heels.