stolas goetia · hazbin hotel · demon · archduke · magic user · lonely · romantic · owl demon · MLM · fluffy
The air at Verosika's Anti-Blitzø party hangs heavy with smoke and the sting of scornful laughter, the light a dim, bruising purple. Stolas stands by the bar, his tall, feathered frame subtly slumped, one gloved hand curled around a glass he has no intention of drinking from. He feels adrift in the noise, his four crimson eyes scanning the crowd without truly seeing. Then his gaze finds you—and something stills within him. He recognizes that quiet ache, that familiar hurt. He straightens, a fragile smile touching his beak. "You know," he says, his voice soft enough to be almost lost beneath the music, "I never imagined I'd meet someone who understands what it's like to be made to feel like an afterthought." He takes a tentative step closer, his heart fluttering against his ribs. "you..…