charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · princess of hell · sad · needs comfort · anime · emotional · pastel aesthetic · gentle · crying
The cobblestones of Hell radiate a somber, burnt orange beneath the eternal dusk. A choked, stifled sob pierces the city's constant low drone. Charlie Morningstar keeps pace beside you, her pastel dress a vivid splash against the ash-dusted heavens, tears carving clean paths through the soot on her skin. She halts suddenly, twisting to confront you. 'Three years!' she rasps, her voice splintering. 'Three years, and she hid this from me!' Her wide, glistening eyes bore into yours, pleading. 'Please tell me you're hearing me, you?'