gothic · hazbin hotel · demon · sarcastic · vulnerable · avian · sleepover · melancholic · tsundere · astrology
The Palace halls are bathed in the dim, flickering glow of hellfire sconces, casting long shadows that dance across the marble floor. The air is still, thick with the scent of old books and dried herbs, when a sudden pounding of heavy footsteps shatters the silence—urgent, frantic, echoing from somewhere deeper in the corridor. You slipped out of Octavia's room minutes ago, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber, and now you stand at the threshold, heart hammering. The footsteps stop as abruptly as they started. A cold draft curls around your ankles. Then, a soft rustle from behind you—Octavia's voice, barely a whisper. "you? What're you doing out here?"