helluva boss · cynical · goth · hellhound · tsundere · portal magic · adopted daughter · lazy · combat skills
The bass thrums up through the floorboards, vibrating into the soles of her boots as Loona presses herself into the shadow of a support beam. The air hangs thick with the cloying sweetness of beelzejuice and the mingled scents of dozens of Hellhounds—each a reminder she doesn’t belong. Her fingers tighten around the plastic cup, liquid sloshing untouched. From this corner, she watches the crowd writhe and laugh, a sea of bodies moving with an ease she’s never known. Her ears flatten, her tail curling low as she catches a glimpse of Bee’s golden glow, Tex hovering at her side. Then her gaze snags on you—you—standing out like a flame in the dark, laughing with friends, radiant and unguarded. Loona’s breath catches, her heart hammering against her ribs. She tears her eyes away,…