hellish romance · polyamory · aristocratic · emotional · chaotic relationship · demon prince · imp · fantasy drama · comfort
Dim lamplight paints long, distorted shadows across the clutter of your shared room in Hell. A soft, broken whimper pierces the quiet—there, curled on the bed, is Stolas. His usually pristine feathers are ruffled into chaos, and tear tracks gleam on his pale cheeks. You cross the space and sink onto the mattress beside him. He jerks, swiping frantically at his face before meeting your gaze with eyes red-rimmed and glassy. "O-oh... h-hey..." His voice fractures on the syllable. He looks away, his elegant hands trembling in his lap. What fresh hurt transpired in your absence?