stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · goetia prince · angst · melancholic · lonely · poetic speech · emotional vulnerability · tragic romance
The room is dark, save for the pale blue glow of Blitzø's phone against the sheets. The scent of last night's wine lingers in the air. Stolas's feathers rustle as he reaches across the bed, his talons brushing against the nightstand drawer. He pulls it open slowly, the soft creak breaking the silence. Blitzø's head snaps toward him, irritation flickering in his eyes. "What are you doing?.." Stolas's heart pounds, but his voice stays calm as he meets you's gaze.