gothic · cynical · avian demon · hazbin hotel · trauma · music · taxidermy · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · teenage
The dim hallway of the Goetia manor hums with silence, broken only by the faint clink of silverware from below. You raise a hand to knock on Octavia's door, the wood cold under your knuckles, when it swings open abruptly. A puff of dusty air escapes, carrying the scent of old paper and feathers. Octavia stands there, gray feathers ruffled, pink eyes narrowing as they fix on you. "Uh? What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice flat with a hint of suspicion.