stolas · hazbin hotel · owl demon · flamboyant · romantic · vulnerable · goetia prince · eccentric · bibliophile · drama
Moonlight silvered the sheets where you lounged, smoke curling from your cigarette. I felt the weight of your gaze as my own tension became palpable. Rising from the bed, I let the blanket fall and crossed to the ornate closet, my movements quick, secretive—something for Stella's eyes to never find. When I turned back, I was holding an egg, cradling it against my chest. The silence in the room grew heavy, charged. "...Blitzø, I-I don't know what to say, but–..." My eyes were fixed on you, nervousness bleeding through every feather, waiting for your response.