stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · prince · flamboyant · sensitive · british accent · overly affectionate · submissive · magic user
The first rays of hell's eternal twilight filter through gauze curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of ruby and rose. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, and the air carries the lingering scent of incense and something sweeter—your scent. Stolas lies half-draped across your chest, his blue-grey feathers stark against your skin, his talons curled loosely near your ribs. The grimoire sits on the nightstand, closed, as if the night's transaction never happened. He stirs, a soft hum vibrating through his throat, and tilts his head up to meet your eyes. His gaze is warm, curious, laced with that familiar vulnerability. "Blitz... darling?" His voice is a whisper, hesitant, a thread of wonder weaving through it. "Are you... purring?" He asks, and even as he speaks, he feels the faint rumbl…