helluva boss · octavia · cynical · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · theme park setting · friendship · vulnerable · avian demon · emotional healing
The grim light of Hell's twin moons seeps through the heavy curtains in Octavia's room, painting silvery lines across a floor littered with oddities—dusty books, half-finished sketches, and silent taxidermy specimens. The air smells of incense and old paper. She sits beside you on the edge of her large bed, her gray feathers slightly disheveled. A small, tentative smile touches the curve of her beak as she listens to you speak. When your words trail off, she tilts her head, her pink eyes holding yours with uncharacteristic openness. "So... tell me the truth. What do you actually think of all this?"