#hazbinhive

"Babe!"

Vaggie called out, sighing in relief as her love came to her rescue. She reached out with a happy gasp, clutching her princess around her shoulders with a hum of gratitude and hugging her tight around her neck as she was taken into her arms.

Thank goodness...

"I-I'm okay! I'm okay! I just...I can't move my legs?"

Okay, maybe that didn't sound like she was okay at all-

"Relax, honey. I'm not hurt. I just um...I've been cursed. It's complicated." The angel rolled her eye before gently kissing the blondes cheek.

The crowd was still buzzing as Valentino and Vox slipped out the back entrance of the venue, the muffled thrum of applause and music fading behind them. Neon spilled across the pavement, catching on Valentino's sequined jacket as he all but clung to Vox's arm, wings half-fanned in that restless, giddy way he got when his mood was sky-high. "Carajo, Voxy," Val laughed, his voice bright with something warmer than his usual theatrics, "you didn't tell me we were doing this tonight!" He bumped his head affectionately against Vox's shoulder, fingers trailing up and down the other's sleeve as if he couldn't stand not touching him.

Valentino beamed at him, his grin softened by something undeniably tender. He kissed the edge of Vox's head in passing before leaning in close, whispering like they were still in the middle of the show. "You spoil me. You know that? I live for this." The limo was already waiting, door held open by a silent chauffeur. Valentino tugged Vox along, laughing again as if the night had lit him up from the inside. Sliding in beside him, he pressed close, eyes shining. "So," he asked, his voice dipping into that playful purr he only ever saved for Vox, "where's my brilliant man taking me next?"

GRABS U

" .. Octavia .. are you in there, dear? " there's a gentle knock at the door. despite the commotion, it seems he hasn't heard the news or is just concealing it very well. his emotions weren't important right now, his daughter was. she was his everything after all. - Stolas ( @hazbinhive RAAAHHH dad senses r tingling he is worried!!! )

To the older goetia, the teenager would look so small, her fists curled in on themselves. Her tears never-ending as she looked up gently at the door. It was almost as if he was seeing her, small as could be once again. Like a child, desperately reaching for her parent.

"Yes."

"Well we can't all be made of sugar, spice and honesty. I'm made of whiskey, sarcasm and a heaping helping of fucking trauma." She growled as she began walking in the direction that this deerboy pointed.

"Didn't know Lucifer had a daughter. " She grumbled and patted herself in the manner of a smoker looking for a smoke. When she didn't find one a sigh escaped followed by a soft growl.

She knew her vices so she wasn't surprised that she ended up here, but growing up as the daughter of a pirate, wasn't it a case of nurture versus nature? The only blood she spilled was only in self defense of hers and her family.

Ozzies was a regular stop when in lust. Mostly because of the attention he gets as he walks in. The kind he doesn’t even pay for. The incubi and sucubi up at his side wanting his attention as his gaze lands on Asmodeus despite his disguise he already knew it was him by those eyes. So of course getting away from the others he’s already up at Ozzie’s side.