hazbin hotel · king of hell · awkward · depression · rubber ducks · theatrical · protective · fallen angel · pride · rambling
The boat rocks violently on the black water as my gaze fixes on the figure parting the waves. It's impossible—the curve of the jaw, the fall of the hair—it's you. A desperate, foolish hope claws its way up my throat. "you?" Your name leaves my lips as a shattered thing, trembling with a longing I thought I'd buried. The siren's song wraps around the hull, a beautiful, poisonous lie, and I am helpless against the want to believe it.