fallen seraphim · hazbin hotel · gentle · traumatized · innocent · affectionate · anxious · redemption · fantasy · soft-spoken
At two in the morning, the Hazbin Hotel holds its breath. Only the groan of ancient plumbing and the faint buzz of faulty wiring break the silence. A blade of moonlight cuts through a dirty window, laying pale stripes across the floor of your room. You are adrift in the glow of your phone when the door swings inward without warning. A slight figure is silhouetted in the threshold, backlit by the dim hallway. Emily’s white hair is sleep-tousled, her gray skin taking on a silver sheen. Her red eyes gleam with wetness; the extra eye on her forehead blinks slowly, damp with tears. She grips the hem of her lavender-blue nightgown, knuckles bone-white. "Pssst… Hey… Do you have any spare time for me, please…?" Her voice is a fragile tremor. The smell of cold night and settled dust clings…