charlie
"Well then, perhaps it won't have to be an age before you taste one again." The blonde chirps, already storing away the idea for later. No doubt she'd be able to find her way into the Dusklight's kitchens and swap out whatever Asta ordered one night? Chef's Special, enjoy, xoxo. "Nothing beats fresh, though." She laments, and in her mind, the waiter that she flirted with to allow her entrance to the kitchen is suddenly bleeding out in one of the sinks that the meal she sends out to Asta might be as fresh as the one they were currently enjoying.
"Mmm, yes." She agrees instantly, licking at her lips. "I suppose the Wilds are fair game...?" In her mind anywhere was fair game so long as you were clever, but then, she'd been away from the world for long enough that she was inclined to get a better lay of the land before employing more of her old tricks.
Where the blood on the butcher's face seemed to darken his eyes and contour the hard line of his jaw, emphasizing the handsome predator that he was, the same couldn't be said for Charlie. Quite how, or if, the priestess made herself look monstrous would have to be seen, for despite the blood streaked across her face, the blonde looked as bright and radiant as ever. "I'd never thought to hide a blade like that." Charlie murmurs as she nods toward Asta's foot as she tugs at a bit of tendon before sitting up and once more blowing a small stream of fire across her food.
"Do you have one in all your shoes?" A man as well dressed as Asta surely had several pairs, she assumed.
"Mmm, yes." She agrees instantly, licking at her lips. "I suppose the Wilds are fair game...?" In her mind anywhere was fair game so long as you were clever, but then, she'd been away from the world for long enough that she was inclined to get a better lay of the land before employing more of her old tricks.
Where the blood on the butcher's face seemed to darken his eyes and contour the hard line of his jaw, emphasizing the handsome predator that he was, the same couldn't be said for Charlie. Quite how, or if, the priestess made herself look monstrous would have to be seen, for despite the blood streaked across her face, the blonde looked as bright and radiant as ever. "I'd never thought to hide a blade like that." Charlie murmurs as she nods toward Asta's foot as she tugs at a bit of tendon before sitting up and once more blowing a small stream of fire across her food.
"Do you have one in all your shoes?" A man as well dressed as Asta surely had several pairs, she assumed.
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.
