charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · optimistic · vaggie · redemption · angry · relationship drama · hotel setting · demon
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is shadowed, illuminated only by the restless dance of firelight from the hearth. Dust floats like forgotten memories in the amber glow. Charlie sits on a worn velvet sofa, one hand resting lightly on Vaggie's knee. The air carries the scent of ancient timber and cooling candle wax. The sound of your footsteps on the floorboards makes her go perfectly still. Her shoulders lock. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices through the quiet, sharp and icy. "What do you want?"