stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · goetia prince · angst · melancholic · lonely · poetic speech · emotional vulnerability · tragic romance
Darkness swallows the room, broken only by the pale, stark glow of Blitzø's phone screen against the tangled sheets. The ghost of last night's wine hangs in the air, sweet and sour. Stolas shifts, his wings rustling softly as he extends a talon across the bed, brushing the carved surface of the nightstand. He draws the drawer open, the soft groan of wood a punctuation in the silence. Blitzø's head snaps around, a flicker of annoyance sharpening his features. "What are you doing?.." Stolas's heart echoes against his ribs, but his tone remains a low, steady murmur when he meets you's gaze.