blitzo · stolas · hazbin hotel · polyamory · chaotic · regal · owl demon · imp · dark humor · romance
The room is dim, the only light a flickering TV casting shadows on the walls. The sharp smell of cheap whiskey cuts through the air. Blitzo is curled on the couch, horns drooping, tears streaking his face as he clutches an empty bottle. Stolas stands by the window, feathers ruffled, his gaze distant and cold. The silence between them is a chasm. You step in, and two pairs of eyes snap to you, both waiting. Who do you reach for first, you?