The alarm goes off. Vaggie, blinking, rolls over and reaches across to the bedside table.
She knocks a glass of water clean onto the floor.
Charlie jolts awake at the noise; peers over Vaggie's shoulder at the shattered mess on the carpet. She rubs the moth's rigid back; presses warmth and presence against her girlfriend, delicately offering words of it's okay and Niffty won't have any trouble dealing with it...
until Vaggie's internal monologue of stupid, blind, should have been more careful subsides and the clenched panic in her chest thaws, and now she can fumble deliberately for the still-squawking phone, pick it up, and hit snooze.
She puts the phone back and huffs, turning to face her girlfriend. Charlie looks at her with such earnest caring that Vaggie can't help but slowly smile, and really believe in that infectious unspoken reassurance.
Charlie beams back; kisses her, and encloses her in a morning cuddle, gently tracing a thumb around the scarred 'X' of Vaggie's left eye.
A/N: Inspired by a comic by Carbone-Arts
Carbone-Arts is a fantastic, instantly distinctive artist, and I really admire how her Hazbin works aren't afraid to represent mental health, self-harm or lingering injuries, and conditions like alopecia universalis effectively and gut-punchingly well. Do check them out & give them some love!