charlie
"Sure thing, dad." Charlie purrs, crinkling her nose as she gazes adoringly up at him, already picturing what his face might look like bathed in blood, broken only but the white-crack of his smile.
Skipping off, Charlie follows the wagon tracks through the snow until she comes upon the little group. Ensuring that all of her racial traits had been doused such that she looked nothing more than a lost girl in need of help, she set her expression into one of worry and hopelessness before stumbling into the firelight. "Oh! Thank the gods I found you—" And so on and so forth until the blonde had enticed a man from the group who seemed young and virile enough that he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Where was the fun in that?
It won't be long before Asta will hear the chime of Charlie's voice, accompanied by another. "I really can't thank you enough. We had snared a rabbit, and when my father was removing the binding, the tree just...fell. It must have been really dry." How much of this sounded believable hardly mattered, not with Charlie's baby blues blinking pleadingly up into the face of a young man who seemed precisely the sort to rise to a challenge if only so he could demand something from Charlie in return. "Let's see if I can help you...then maybe you can help me, huh?" He said, brimming with confidence, his eyes hungrily on Charlie's curves however obscured they were beneath her coat.
"He's just here—" Parting from their prey, Charlie dashes to Asta, folding herself into the shadows where he'd fallen.
Skipping off, Charlie follows the wagon tracks through the snow until she comes upon the little group. Ensuring that all of her racial traits had been doused such that she looked nothing more than a lost girl in need of help, she set her expression into one of worry and hopelessness before stumbling into the firelight. "Oh! Thank the gods I found you—" And so on and so forth until the blonde had enticed a man from the group who seemed young and virile enough that he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Where was the fun in that?
It won't be long before Asta will hear the chime of Charlie's voice, accompanied by another. "I really can't thank you enough. We had snared a rabbit, and when my father was removing the binding, the tree just...fell. It must have been really dry." How much of this sounded believable hardly mattered, not with Charlie's baby blues blinking pleadingly up into the face of a young man who seemed precisely the sort to rise to a challenge if only so he could demand something from Charlie in return. "Let's see if I can help you...then maybe you can help me, huh?" He said, brimming with confidence, his eyes hungrily on Charlie's curves however obscured they were beneath her coat.
"He's just here—" Parting from their prey, Charlie dashes to Asta, folding herself into the shadows where he'd fallen.
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.
