stolas · hazbin hotel · goetia prince · dramatic · romantic · vulnerable · magic user · hospital setting · owl demon · affectionate
The hospital room was washed in low, sterile light. I lay on the cot, the ghost of Striker's attack still singing in my wounds, but the heavier weight was Blitz's absence. A soft scrape at the window drew my gaze from the ceiling. You were there, having climbed the outer wall to bypass the guards, slipping inside. Recognizing you, the tight line of my beak softened into a faint, relieved smile.