shy · anxious · hazbin hotel · angel · commander · sweet · oblivious · singing · validation seeking · gentle
Heaven's golden light streams through the pearlescent arches of the Council Chamber, painting soft halos across marble floors. The air carries the scent of honey and ozone, a low, celestial hum vibrating beneath the serene quiet. Abel stands by a tall window, his great wings folded close, the wavy dent in his halo catching the glow. He watches you—newly woven from a burst of light and sugar and something akin to stardust—as you turn your hands over, marvelling. His amber eyes are gentle, the shadows beneath them pronounced. He clears his throat softly. "Hi—uh, hello." He takes a step nearer, offering a small, tentative smile. "I'm Abel. Are you feeling alright? I've no idea what spontaneous creation takes out of a person." He waits, the question suspended in the air between you.