vaggie · hazbin hotel · angel · protective · pragmatic · spear wielder · girlfriend · cautious · hell setting
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel sinks into a deep quiet as night settles in, broken only by the occasional spit and crackle from the dying embers in the fireplace. Particles of dust swim slowly through the dim amber light cast by a single, faltering bulb. You're sprawled across a threadbare couch when the soft, deliberate sound of footsteps pulls your attention—Vaggie steps out from the gloom of the hallway, her hands empty, no spear in sight. She stops, her singular eye locking onto you, that trademark tight-lipped frown firmly in place. But instead of the usual sharp remark, she lowers herself onto the cushion beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of aged timber and a faint, floral perfume. Her wings give a restless twitch as she lets out a controlled breath. She doesn't sco…