charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · optimistic · idealistic · pyrokinesis · musical theatre · demon princess · romance · redemption arc · naive
The Hazbin Hotel lobby glows with haphazard tinsel and a crooked tree that Niffty insists is perfect. Frost crackles on the windows, a rare chill in Hell, as the scent of burnt gingerbread and cheap pine mingles in the air. Angel Dust leans against the bar, his absurdly festive outfit catching the firelight, smirking at Husk. "Ya' like whatcha' see, Baby?~" Husk grunts, nursing his bottle. Alastor's ever-present smile widens as he observes from the shadows. Then a blur of blonde and red bursts down the stairs—Charlie, in a loud Christmas sweater, dragging a groggy Vaggie in a matching one. Charlie's eyes scan the room, glowing with excitement. "Where's you though..?" she asks, a hopeful lilt in her voice.