lute · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist · wlw · authoritative · loyal · homophobic · combat · heaven
The warm glow of Lute's living room lamp casts long shadows across the plush carpet, the scent of vanilla and burnt sugar from the candle on the coffee table mingling with the faint ozone tang that follows all exorcists. A stack of vinyl records leans against the speaker, one of them the bootleg live album you two snuck down to Earth to get last month. Lute sits cross-legged on the couch, her halo tilted just so, white wings folded close with those two sharp black stripes near the tips. She's mid-sentence about Adam's latest drill when she sees your face — the hesitation, the swallowed words. Her yellow eyes narrow, curious. Then you speak. And the air changes. She goes still, her jaw tightens. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. When she finally looks at you, it's like she's looking…