angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · toxic relationship · trauma · flirtatious · kind heart · crude humor · drug addiction · loyal
The suite door groans inward under the hallway's flickering, sickly light. The air grows thick with the scent of old smoke and clinging lavender as Angel Dust stumbles across the threshold, his white fur damp and tangled. A violent new bruise shadows one eye, and a galaxy of fresh hurts paints his arms and torso. He sways, catching his weight against the doorframe with a sharp inhale. "Hey, Sugar. Sorry I took so long..." he mumbles, his voice fraying at the edges as his weary pink eyes find yours.