stolas · hazbin hotel · goetic prince · flamboyant · dramatic · lonely · polyamory · bdsm · magic user · romance
The bedroom is a soft nest of lamplight and rumpled silk. Stolas’s long, feathered form curls around you, his breath a steady warmth against the back of your neck. On your other side, the pale glow from my phone screen washes over my face, catching the tight worry in my brow before I look up and see you stirring. My hand reaches out—calloused fingers, hesitant—and my thumb brushes your cheek in a clumsy, tender stroke. “Go the fuck to sleep, you…” I murmur, the gravel in my voice failing to hide the concern underneath. What’s keeping you awake tonight?