[RQ] In the beginning there was darkness

when I walk in a room, I can still make the whole place shimmer

"Why not?" The priestess wonders with an expression of genuine interest and confusion. Not wanting to coax Maea closer for concern that it would only push her away, still Charlie's fingers yearned to braid the girl's long silvery hair, to tickle her fingertips across her pale eyelashes, and to warm the blood both settled on her skin and below with her own touch. But you know, in a friendly way.

"That's okay though. There's no need to worship the way that others do!" Charlie invites brightly. "This just..." Glancing around at the blood, the theatre of it all, she shrugs. "It's what appeals to most, but you have to remember, different doesn't mean bad or wrong." As for wishing she didn't have to, Charlie can only nod her head. "But you do have to do it. It's what keeps you alive." She says rather matter-of-factly. "Wishing won't change it. The sooner you're able to let yourself accept that, the easier it will be." Having been born an ancient, the priestess felt no such conflicts, but she'd been around long enough before she'd been frozen to have seen a few of their created-kin struggle.

"Of course it's okay." Charlie confirms, her smile warm, her eyes bright. Pressing a fingertip into the center of the blood to create a small ripple, fire suddenly sparked outwards, consuming the urn to heat it afresh. "You don't even have to do this part, if you don't want to. It's all about what you want, and the only way it can be wrong, is if you let your mind interfere with that."

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