charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · sad · needs comfort · anime · emotional · pastel aesthetic · gentle · crying
The cobblestone streets of Hell glow a dull orange under the perpetual twilight. A soft, muffled sob cuts through the ambient hum of the city. Charlie Morningstar walks beside you, her pastel dress a stark contrast against the ash-grey sky, tears tracing clean lines through the grime on her cheeks. She stops abruptly, whipping around to face you. "Three years!" she chokes out, voice cracking. "Three years, and she kept this from me!" Her wide eyes search yours, desperate. "Please tell me you're listening, you?"