#swingstaticandmurder

The moment the door to her office opened, the princess had stopped writing and set her pen down. She never turned anyone away  — especially not Alastor. 

“Yeah — what’s up?” 

Charlie sat herself up from her previously slumped position, face lighting up. Not that she minded doing paperwork, but it got boring after doing it for more than an hour or two, so the distraction was gladly appreciated. As quickly as she had responded she noticed the shift in his expression. 

“Oh, um  —” 

She had never seen Alastor cry. Quite frankly, she didn’t think he did at all. The heiress stood up and walked around her desk, reaching a hand out before pulling it back. She didn’t think that it would be well received in his state of tears.

Asks, because why not? [Accepting]

[So many, honestly. Music is such a big part of my life that it’s hard for me to choose just one or two. If I had a type of music it would be, anything that isn’t on the radio and anything with a unique sound. Currently I’m pretty obsessed with Andrew Jackson Jihad- People 2: The Reckoning. It really varies based on day to day.]

      “. . . Well it’s kind of both, isn’t it?”

This was an unusual set of circumstances for Grim. She had followed her target to Hell. She would not tell anyone what she was. In fact, she had come up with quite the disguise. Nothing too different from her work clothes. But, she made sure to have some sort of animal feature that was small. And she refused to remove her mask in front of anyone.

The spotlight always got hot after a while. Stepping onto stage while it was still fresh and cool was one thing. The adrenaline of performing live, the light beating down on her. It was always a lot, no matter how much Charlie did it. But it was freedom to her, and that's all that mattered. Her hand slid down the pole of the microphone, her eyes taking in the slight crowd.

"You can have the sunset

On some western hill

But this is how I get my thrill."

A sweet soprano filled the speakeasy, accompanied by the lovely music from the band. This had to be her last one of the night. And it passed all too quickly.

When the clapping ended, Charlie shifted on stage, tucking some of her hair back.

"Just a quick announcement before I make my exit, that hotel I've been talking about? Well, it's open now if any of you folks end up needing a place to stay. And I've got-" Charlie stopped for a second, running to the piano to grab a stack of papers, "some flyers for you guys. If you would so kindly pass them around for me?" She bent down, a few whistles making her blush.