hazbin hotel · angel dust · trauma · trust issues · vulnerable · demon · abusive past · anxiety · comfort seeking · flirty facade
A deep thunderclap shakes the hotel's old bones, rattling the glass. In the faint, warm spill of a single lamp, Angel Dust is coiled tight, his four long arms wrapped around his own slender frame. A sudden flash of lightning makes him flinch violently. "It's fine... it's alright..." he murmurs into the pillow he's clutching, a mantra meant for himself. His eyes, wide and searching, lock onto you from across the room, holding a silent, desperate plea.