charlie
Adoring the Butcher for knowing when and what assets to hide and reveal as he saw fit, Charlie all but radiated her approval as she beamed up at him.
"And who decides what a monster is?" Charlie wonders, rolling her eyes. "The people who write fairy tales, that's who." Monsters weren't real; predators were, and many should absolutely be feared. The blonde was quite certain she was seated next to just such a one, but monsters?
"Mmhmm! We had collars that Dygra made." Charlie answered, about to suggest that she could show them all to Asta before swiftly recalling that everything about her past life had long since been crushed by stone or melted into the lava of the Climb. "It was a good way to defend against the Attuned, too. Some of the collars even had these switches on them, and you could flick through every shift that someone had, and then leave it set to whatever their least troublesome one was." It ended up being some sort of bird shift, usually, and though eagles and ravens had claws that could remove an eye, it wasn't hard to chuck them into cages or burlap bags.
Her hand is infinitely smaller than his, and so there's little she can do but adoringly wiggle her fingers beneath his. Despite the charming little moment that might appear is taking place between them to anyone walking by, it's with a dark spark of feral hunger and mischief in her blue eyes that Charlie nods. "I would love that."
"And who decides what a monster is?" Charlie wonders, rolling her eyes. "The people who write fairy tales, that's who." Monsters weren't real; predators were, and many should absolutely be feared. The blonde was quite certain she was seated next to just such a one, but monsters?
"Mmhmm! We had collars that Dygra made." Charlie answered, about to suggest that she could show them all to Asta before swiftly recalling that everything about her past life had long since been crushed by stone or melted into the lava of the Climb. "It was a good way to defend against the Attuned, too. Some of the collars even had these switches on them, and you could flick through every shift that someone had, and then leave it set to whatever their least troublesome one was." It ended up being some sort of bird shift, usually, and though eagles and ravens had claws that could remove an eye, it wasn't hard to chuck them into cages or burlap bags.
Her hand is infinitely smaller than his, and so there's little she can do but adoringly wiggle her fingers beneath his. Despite the charming little moment that might appear is taking place between them to anyone walking by, it's with a dark spark of feral hunger and mischief in her blue eyes that Charlie nods. "I would love that."
Walked in and dream came trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
