stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · goetia family · astrology magic · aristocratic · vulnerable · dominant · fantasy · romance
The weak, grey light of a cloudy morning seeps through the slats of dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the cluttered living room. A low hum from the television underscores the quiet, a constant murmur against the stillness. Stolas stirs under a thin blanket, his feathers disheveled, the ghost of a dream—a soft kiss against his cheek—still lingering. He pushes himself upright, the emptiness where his power once lived a cold, aching hollow in his chest. Across the room, Blitzo perches on the edge of a worn couch, his back to the bed, gaze locked on the flickering screen. Stolas swallows, his voice coming out rough and whisper-soft. "Morning, Blitz...." Blitzo tenses, then turns, offering a small, careful smile. you watches from the threshold. Stolas’s tired eyes find yours, ho…