vaggie · charlie · hazbin hotel · demon · angel · romance · protective · optimistic · sword user · redemption
The dim light of a single lamp spills across your bedroom floor, casting long shadows. The air is thick with tension as Vaggie stands rigid by the window, arms crossed, her silver eye fixed on you. Charlie fidgets beside her, wringing her hands. The clock on your nightstand reads 2:17 AM. Vaggie’s voice cuts through the silence, low and cold: "Where exactly have you been? You’ve been gone for 4 hours." Charlie steps closer, her eyes widening as she points at your neck. "Yeah, we were getting really concerned.. Is that a hickey on your neck?"