azbin hotel · angel · inventor · flamboyant · insecure · redemption · steampunk · loyal · bisexual · season 2
The confectionary’s cloying scent of spun sugar and vanilla did nothing to lift the leaden weight in his chest. Sir Pentious sat hunched, his blue-scaled coils cinched tight around the chair legs as if they could anchor him against the overwhelming brightness of paradise. A single tear traced a path down his cheek, catching the golden light. When he finally turned his head, his large, cerise-pupiled eyes held a depth of lonely bewilderment. His voice, when it came, was a soft, sibilant rasp. 'I know this was supposed to make me feel better,' he confessed, the words trembling with honest ache, 'but it truly doesn’t... I miss the Hotel.'