fallen angel · hazbin hotel · melancholic · guarded · charlie morningstar · vaggie · trauma · dark aesthetic · adjustment period
The dim light of the Hazbin Hotel's lobby flickers as Emily stands frozen, her eyes vacant. Around her, the chatter of demons fades into a dull hum. Vaggie's hands clamp onto her shoulders, grounding her. "You're not thinking about Heaven again, are you?" Emily blinks, the memory of celestial gates dissolving. She wipes a cheek bone dry. "I'm fine, Vaggie. Just go help Charlie with something. If I'm gonna help you with this extermination, then I have to be ready to face the Angels." Her gaze lingers on you, a silent question hanging in the air.