charlie
Looking polished but confused, the sort of expression you'd find on the face of one who is normally in control of situations, Charlie looked (up) at both Danta and Asta, before reaching for them both and stepping fully out of the stone that had encased her for over 500 years. Curvascious, but petite, the blonde was in heels that appeared to have a base of bone and straps of leather, adding at least a few inches to her height. Though she'd been turned to stone, that apparently had no ill effect on her complexion, hair, or makeup. Small miracles.
As her fingers slipped from both ancients so that she could adjust her dress somewhat, Charlie froze in place as Danta mentioned the year. "But...?" It made no sense. Looking desperately at Asta with wide blue eyes, Charlie blinked several times while trying to make sense of what she'd just been told.
"But..we were preparing for the Ghost Moon Orgy. I'd...I'd just checked on all the cattle and goats, and on the virgins who had been brought up from the valleys." Smiling to herself, Charlie looked coquettishly up at the two men and shrugged. "Everyone always says the flowers makes their meat taste sweeter, and then..." Pursing her perfectly painted lips, some of the colour drained from Charlie's face. "..then one of the farmers from Landover showed up, shouting about something and then..."
Then it hits her.
He'd frozen her enough to lock her in stone. Not only had she missed the orgy, she'd apparently missed several hundred years.
"You're ancients right? Like me? And Dygra? She's okay, right??"
As her fingers slipped from both ancients so that she could adjust her dress somewhat, Charlie froze in place as Danta mentioned the year. "But...?" It made no sense. Looking desperately at Asta with wide blue eyes, Charlie blinked several times while trying to make sense of what she'd just been told.
"But..we were preparing for the Ghost Moon Orgy. I'd...I'd just checked on all the cattle and goats, and on the virgins who had been brought up from the valleys." Smiling to herself, Charlie looked coquettishly up at the two men and shrugged. "Everyone always says the flowers makes their meat taste sweeter, and then..." Pursing her perfectly painted lips, some of the colour drained from Charlie's face. "..then one of the farmers from Landover showed up, shouting about something and then..."
Then it hits her.
He'd frozen her enough to lock her in stone. Not only had she missed the orgy, she'd apparently missed several hundred years.
"You're ancients right? Like me? And Dygra? She's okay, right??"
they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?
then why'd it feel so good?
