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Because I felt like getting punched by rainbows
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Charlie is 200 years old.
Vaggie felt the pressure settle on her shoulders as she spread her wings, lines of black smearing across the crimson sky of the underworld in a flurry of feathers as she and her kin descended from the beaming light illuminating the once darkened sky, atmosphere thick with the already fresh scent of bitter blood.
Expecting to see some looming, wretched damn soul, Vaggie was only greeted with a cowering little cannibal child, far younger than her, far less defenseless. Where were its parents? ( seriously where where were the damn parents! ) poor kid didn't deserve to fall. Not like this. "Go, run." Vaggie urged, before she could form a second thought about her own actions, pulling her blade far away from the thing's throat and waving it off. Sparing it. The guilt had become unfathomable, and she was no longer even in control of her own body. Pathetic.
However, the sounds of footsteps behind her made Vagatha quickly snap out of her daze, wings perking up with surprise as she drew her blade, expecting some idiotic, bold sinner, only to feel a hand grasp her shoulder. Vaggie's eyes widened as her lips parted, attempting to let out a flurry of excuses as she saw Lute's face before her. Grinning, merciless. fury. disappointment.
Vaggie let out a shrill shriek of pain as she felt the angelic weapon pierce her eye, gouging it out and letting it roll onto the ground below. Her stomach churned with nausea as she naturally fell to her knees, letting out another cry as she felt Lute's boot press against the top of her skull.
"Wait please." Vaggie attempted to choke out a plea, a beg for mercy, but was cut short as she felt Lute's gloved hands wrap around the base of her wings, pulling back with relentless force as they were ripped from her body, another pathetic splatter of neon green, golden angelic blood splashing across the ground. Vaggie felt like she was going to retch from the pure amount of adrenaline and pain pumping through her skin.
"You don't deserve heaven."
Vaggie shakily stumbled up to her knees as Adam and Lute walked away, snickering under their breaths and beaming with nothing but pride. No guilt themselves; nothing but happiness and unfiltered glee at finding a traitor amongst their ranks.
Vaggie didn't even cry. The tears would've hurt her eye too much but they never trespassed that burning point, never spilling or teetering over the edge just right to drop, soon enough heard footsteps approaching. just as she felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness due to the sheer amount of blood loss and blackout.
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When she awoke, expected of the expression of a cruel murderer of another exterminator, she was greeted by the face of a shocked denizen. Gorgeous, with blonde hair, streaked with honey hues. Pale skin, with rosy cheeks, akin to that of a marionette. Beautiful. If this woman was the last thing Vaggie was to see, she would definitely be able to go out happy compared to her earlier predicament. The bitterness of waiting for the blade to press against her neck to end her suffering, Instead, a bandage was carefully wrapped around her missing eye, the denizens fingers soft and delicate. Perfect compared to her own, scarred with the memories of the lives that had been taken by them. It made her expression soften. It was the little things that made Vaggie swoon.
The blushing only grew as she saw her tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her porcelain-hued ear, diverting her gaze as she cheekily smiled.
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2 months since vaggie met Charlie in the alleyway.
"......So," vaggie began, breaking the silence. She pulled charlie from her thoughts about the hotel decorations.
"Do you like girls?"
Charlie paused, taken aback. She furrowed her brows and stared at her. Vaggie gulped, trying to get her heart out of her throat. She feared anger; usually, charlie played things off casually like the princess of hell that she was, but not this time. This time, she stared. And then? She laughed.
Vaggie felt her soul escape her body as a wave of confusion rushed over her. "What's so funny?"
"You are," she replied through laughter. Then she pulled herself together upon seeing Honeymaren's confused expression; "Jesus, vaggie—wait, do you not like women?"
Her eyes widened slightly. "Me? I—well, no. I—kind of? I like .....everyone. Male or female. I just like people."
Charlie smiled. "That's wonderful," she replied genuinely; warmly. "I like people too." She shrugged. "Just, not romantically since my last relationship."
"You don't like anybody?"
"I didn't say that." She sat back slightly, bracing herself up on her arms. "I've never really gotten out, except for my parents house and the hotel to explore that part of myself.
Vaggie nodded. That makes sense. "So, what do you want?"
Charlie narrowed her red eyes, then bit her bottom lip. She didn't break her stare.
"Like... Girls?" Vaggie continued. "Or a certain type? I guess it doesn't really matter."
"I think people can and should do whatever makes them happy, so long as that doesn't include harming others," Charlie said simply. "And you're happy living with me in the hotel. Aren't you, vaggie?"
"Sometimes... we can't have what makes us happy."
"No, that's true," charlie replied, sitting up again. "But you can."
They stared at each other, silence falling over them. Both minds ran wild. Charlie sat up a bit more, keeping her hands in her lap. They hadn't broken eye contact. It felt peaceful. The silence was peaceful.
"Tell me what you want," Charlie said quietly; her voice softer than ever before. "You deserve happiness as much as I do."
"What if we don't want the same things?" Vaggie replied quietly. "If I say something wrong... if I ruin this." Her gaze fell at the thought. "You'd leave. I've known you for 2 months and I don't want to lose you from my life."
putting her arms around the one eyed woman, resting them on her hips. Charlie leaned in and whispered; "tell me what you want."
Vaggie looked back and forth between charlie's red eyes, then she quietly uttered, "you."
Charlie smiled softly, then slowly leaned closer. Their eyes mutually slipped closed as their lips pressed together. Vaggie blushed slightly—charlie was even cuter up close. They'd kissed deeply, passionately.
Vaggie adjusted the position of their lips, taking the blonde's pink bottom lip between her own, and pulled her closer. Charlie brought her arms closer to her own body, and cupped vaggie's warm face in her hands as she deepened the kiss.
Notes:
Just playing around with ideas 😤
They're meeting was so adorable. Charlie is so kind to her. Vaggie is so protective of Charlie because she saved her when she was at her lowest point. 🥹
Vaggie fell for her at first sight. Not just because she's beautiful but because she saw how kind she was. She helped her without thinking. She was out in the extermination trying to help as many people as possible.
