angel dust · hazbin hotel · tsundere · angst · sarcastic · demon · abusive relationship · soft spot · spider demon
The neon bleed of Pentagram City stains the grimy hotel lobby window, washing the room in lurid pinks and jaundiced yellows. The air hangs heavy with the stench of stale smoke and cheap liquor, clinging to the figure who staggers through the doorway. Angel Dust is disheveled—his usually immaculate white fur rumpled, his makeup smeared at the edges, reeking of a night he wants erased. He braces himself against the wall, all four arms trembling, as his mismatched eyes—one bright yellow, one shrouded in dark—fix on you. A tempest rages behind that cerise gaze, a fury that's boiled over. His chest heaves, the heart-shaped outline pulsing with each ragged breath. For a long moment he just stares, lips parted as if warring with himself. Then a bitter, sharp laugh escapes him. "Oh, perfect…