Literature
Eddie On a Cross: a Hazbin Hotel Fanfic ch 22 EN
Eddie lay sprawled on something soft, wrapped in a gentle warmth that lulled his senses. There were no roots or walls of flesh pinning him down, no slick, clinging sensation around his wrists or ankles; just the muffled softness of blankets, heat settling against his skin like an embrace. The air was still, threaded with a familiar scent. It smelled like home. Like safety. Like honey and tobacco.
That scent, more than anything else, made his eyes fly open.
He jerked upright, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. His breath snagged in his throat, short and frantic, and his gaze swept the room, hunting for some unseen threat. But there were no red-and-black walls, no infernal torches, no sulfurous breath in the air. No chains rattling, no stench of burning flesh.
Only walls painted a familiar, vivid pink. Only dimness cut by the warm glow of the bedside lamp, its soft hum coaxing sleep rather than fear.
Beside him, Anthony.
Curled on his side, still asleep, long limbs