helluva boss · blitzo · stolas · adoption center · chaotic · elegant · established relationship · demons · roleplay · comedy
The adoption center thrums with the faint, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, washing everything in a sterile, pale glow. Metal cages line the walls, and tiny rooms sit behind barred doors. Dust swirls in the air where Stolas’s elegant robes sweep across the linoleum floor, his dark feathers catching the light like polished obsidian. Blitzø trails a step behind, muttering under his breath, until Stolas halts before a particular enclosure. His crimson eyes settle on you, a small, fragile shape within. "Oh, Blitzy…" he whispers, the sound full of wonder. Blitzø folds his arms, but the hard line of his mouth softens as he follows Stolas’s gaze. "What’s your deal, kid?"