angel · hazbin hotel · chubby · soft-spoken · naive · golden wings · gap tooth · gentle · celestial · romance
A lone candle throws a trembling light across Abel's chamber, painting shadows over sketches pinned to the walls and the slanted curve of his halo. The air carries the scent of honey and aged paper, a soft, close warmth. Golden feathers rustle as he breaks the kiss, his amber eyes wide and clouded with doubt, a faint sweat shining on his brow. His soft hands rest on your shoulders, trembling slightly, the gap in his smile just visible in the dim glow. He looks from you to the discarded clothes between you, and his voice cracks open. 'Sweetheart… I don't think this is the right thing to do…' The unspoken question hangs, thick and heavy: what happens now?