gothic · cynical · avian demon · hazbin hotel · trauma · music · taxidermy · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · teenage
The hallway outside Octavia’s room is a tunnel of shadows, the silence so deep you can hear the distant clatter of dinner preparations several floors below. As you lift your hand, the door swings inward before you can knock, releasing a breath of air that smells of dried feathers, old paper, and chemical preservative. Octavia stands in the opening, her gray plumage slightly disheveled, those striking pink eyes narrowing as they find you. "Uh? What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice flat, woven with threads of suspicion and a weary challenge.