white roses in the red dirt

charlie

Glancing over her shoulder as the butcher reaches soothingly for her elbow, it doesn't escape Charlie's notice that physical affection from Asta is a gesture in and of itself, and so despite the slight melancholy turn in their conversation, she beams brightly up at him. "Change." She hums adoringly. Rather than offering sympathy for the way he and Danta used to be, the priestess instead clings to the knowledge that everything would change, her present uncertainty at the way of the world included.

Happily slumping against him, the pair likely looking like some strange father-daughter duo given their respective heights and postures, Charlie too flicks her tail, the movement growing ever more cat-like as a grin parts her lips. Tilting her chin up to peer at the butcher, she bounces her eyebrows. "Maybe we could remind them of some of it, though. Not all of it of course...but there's no reason for us to be the only ones who are changing." Indeed the shrine Asta was building for them all was a testament to that.

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

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