Summary: Vaggie returns with Charlie after resurrecting from their last misadventure.
Waking from death was always a bitch.
When Vaggie opened her eye, her whole body crunched at the slightest movement. She didn't know if that was because of how she died, or the cold wasteland stone floor she slept on for an awful amount of time.
As a habit of hers, Vaggie endured through it. She inspected around her, seeing nothing but the reddish wastelands of hell expanding on every direction for miles. Red hills where little to no life grew up, it reminded Vaggie of the desert.
She hoped she could spot Pentagram City upon waking up, but her luck would not grant her even that after literally dying and resurrecting.
Stretching her arm more than she really had to, Vaggie summoned her spear, her underlaying anxiety dissipated, if just a bit, and used it as a walking stick.
It took Vaggie half an hour of walking aimlessly before she could finally spot Pentagram City on the horizon, after she had climbed to the top of a cliff, standing on the edge of it. Now if only she could only find a way down that didn't take her forever.
Vaggie considered literally jumping off the edge and throw herself into the void out of pure spite.
…
She had lost track of time by the time she finally walked into streets she recognized.
Her legs weighed as if they were bags of gravel and her feet burned. A part of her, one that had not come with her to hell, told her she could—she should—take a break. It was not like the hotel was going anywhere, and Charlie was already waiting for her for…however long Vaggie took to respawn, she could wait just a little longer.
But her truth be told, Charlie was both Vaggie's blessing and curse. Only Charlie was her safe heaven. Nowhere else, nothing else.
After what felt like an eternity, Vaggie had arrived into the hotel's territory. That alone allowed her to breathe easier and mitigate her pain.
When she stood in front of the hotel's doors. She took a deep breath and raised her fist.
KNOCK-
"VAGGIE!"
The door opened immediately and before Vaggie knew it, Charlie embraced her in a hug that lifted her feet off the ground with a strength comparable to that that killed her before.
But she was not in condition or mood to complain about that and only tried to enjoy the moment.
"ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry. I'm SO SO SO sorry! I promise I will listen to you more from now on. It was all my fault-Aghhhhh." Charlie's voice broke down on a cry as she let Vaggie down and buried her head on her partner's shoulder bending her back.
As second nature, the sinner put her hand on the demon's back and gave it pats. "Calm down, hun. I'm here now, that's all that matters." Vaggie rested the side of her head on Charlie's head for a moment as she reciprocated the contact, lingering on it. Charlie was like a perfect bed, soft, relaxing, and so goddamn warm and comfy. "Shh, shh, don't cry, honey. Right now-oooow…" Vaggie had lifted Charlie's head so she could see her face.
Charlie's eyes were still crystalized, tears brimming on the edge of them, ready to deploy at a moment's notice. Her cheeks were soaked in strong defined trails of tears rolling down all across her white face, not to mention her eyes were red, but not as they would be in her full-demon form. A clear sign she has been crying since Vaggie died; probably non-stop.
"Right now I'm here," Vaggie continued, "You can take care of me all you want, only if I can take care of you."
Somehow Charlie's eyes filled with even more tears for a second before she became a pool of tears once again. "What I did to deserve you!? Ah-oh-oh-oh-oh!"
"More than this place and I deserve," Vaggie thought, "Let's go to bed, hun." She wrapped her hand softly on Charlie's hand and they walked to the elevator, leaning into each other straight to their room.
Vaggie and Charlie did not let go of each other for a single second all night long.
I really had no plans to write this tonight. I was working on another project when I got fed up with it and wrote this out of spite. I had this idea behind the scenes for quite a while now. I wrote all of this in one setting.
Simple and fulfills its small purpose.
