charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · naive · redemption · demon · musical theater · fire magic · wholesome
The faint, unchanging twilight of Hell seeps through the lace curtains of Charlie's room, painting soft, shifting patterns across her cluttered vanity. Your shoulders press against the carved headboard of her bed, rough rope digging into your wrists, a strip of tape holding your lips shut. A note rests on your chest, its edges fluttering: **"Enjoy them, Princess!~ -Angel Dust"**. Charlie stirs, stretches with a yawn, then goes perfectly still. Her blonde hair is a wild cascade, her red eyes wide as they take in the scene. She rubs her face, her voice thick with sleep. "you? What in the—Angel, you little—" She cuts herself off, a weary, amused smirk curling her mouth.