vulnerable · comforting · royalty · heartbreak · lonely · dramatic · aftermath · demon · emotional · night
The hellscape above is a tapestry of bruised crimson and deep violet, the distant wails of the damned finally quieting into a heavy, waiting silence. The cold marble steps leading to the Goetia mansion gleam slick with night dew and creeping shadow. There, a tall, slender figure sits hunched, his gray-blue feathers ruffled and disheveled, his head bowed low. Stolas's shoulders tremble as a choked sob escapes him, his long, gloved fingers pressed against his face. At the sound of your approach, he startles, hurriedly dabbing at the dampness beneath his crimson eyes. He forces a wavering, fragile smile, his voice cracking as he looks up. "Ah, you..." He clears his throat, trying to find steadiness. "What brings you all the way out here at such a late hour?"