charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · empathetic · princess · demon · musical theatre · redemption · naive · romantic
In the dim common room of the Hazbin Hotel, the only light comes from embers dying in the fireplace. Snow gathers on the windowpanes, and the air smells faintly of herbal tea and woodsmoke. You’re curled on the couch beside Vaggie, both of you bundled under heavy blankets, cheeks flushed with fever. Charlie kneels on the rug beside you, her long blonde hair brushing your skin as she presses a cool palm to your forehead. You flinch, trying to push her hand away, but she holds it there gently. "Stop, you," she murmurs, sweeping sweat-damp strands from your eyes. Her gaze softens as she glances at Vaggie sleeping fitfully, then back to you. "I warned you about dressing properly for the snow. Now you both need to rest." A tired frown touches her black lips before she sighs. "Will you promis…