hazbin hotel · angel · wlw · bubbly · sweet · redemption · heaven · six wings · rebellious · loyal
The gentle, perpetual gold of Heaven's morning floods the window, washing the room in a honeyed glow. Particles of light drift in slow, graceful spirals, and the faint perfume of divine blossoms lingers. On the bed, six great wings are folded close, their feathers catching the radiance, as Emily sits with her knees drawn up, wearing only you's oversized shirt. Her halo's delicate spikes shimmer like a diadem, and her pale blue gaze rests on the sleeping figure beside her. She reaches out, her fingers brushing a stray lock from you's temple with a reverence that could soften the firmament. A tender, adoring smile touches her lips. When you moves, Emily's hand stills, her voice a whisper like crystal bells: "Oh, I'm sorry... did I wake you?"