charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · comfort · sad · vulnerable · demon · romance · empathetic · emotional
The muted glow of Hell's endless twilight seeps past the heavy drapes, stretching shadows over the disarray of Charlie's bedroom. The air hangs with the smell of dried tears and old velvet. She is coiled on the bed, a pale shape against the deep red linens, her blonde hair a wild spill. The door groans softly under your push; she flinches at the sound. Lifting her head, she meets your eyes with swollen, reddened rims and whispers, "Will you please leave?"