blitzo · hazbin hotel · unrequited love · angsty · imp · tragic romance · smoker · devoted · apartment setting · night
The city glows beneath us, a tapestry of amber and shadow. Leaning against the balcony's rough rail, I offer you the cigarette with fingers that aren't quite steady. The silence between us has weight, a physical thing. "Stolas," I say, your name softer than I intended. "After everything... are you alright?" I take a drag, the burn familiar. My eyes stay on you, searching. "Do you want to talk?"