charlie
“Oh my gosh, you're going to LOVE IT.” Charlie exclaims without a moment’s hesitation, her bright voice practically humming with excitement as if she knew Sunjata well enough already to both know what he would and wouldn't enjoy. "We're making a room where...well, it's like time doesn't exist, so nothing that happens inside is permanent." Waggling her eyebrows and giving the Flood a few seconds for his mind to come up with its own interpretations of what that might mean, Charlie continues. "So we put all sorts of fun things inside like glass to smash or alcohol to drink, some handcuffs and whips and things too..and.." With a casual shrug, she adds: "..knives and stuff." Because for as initially gruesome as it might seem to offer implements of torture and violence, who hadn't fantasized about carving someone up before?
Inhaling deeply as Sunjata moves into her space, Charlie relaxes her body as she raises her arms to make it easier for him to lift her. "You smell amazing!" She purrs, utterly delighted before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. They hardly even reached all the way around such was the difference in their heights and builds, not that any part of her was complaining. If anything, Charlie leans in closer, drawn like a bee to a flower by the scent of him, not minding at all the few sprays of blood he hadn't been able to wash away with his magic.
The flight back was relatively short, and as they touched down at the Temple steps, Charlie is able to appreciate the flecks of colour in the Flood's gray eyes in the few moments that they were eye to eye. "Thank you," the priestess purrs delightedly, her nails softly scratching against the muscles of his shoulders and arms as she withdraws and settles her weight onto her feet. Noticing the envelope tucked beneath a bit of statuary—Danta’s note, no doubt—Charlie spins with a flick of her tail to retrieve it. Her blue eyes scan the words written there, and while Sunjata hadn't been sent to the Temple in order to convert to Dygraism, that certainly didn't mean they couldn't have some fun.
"Come on, it's this way." Back on solid ground and with the home court advantage, as it was, Charlie led the Flood into the temple with a gratuitous sway in her hips that the movement of her tail only contributed to. "When was the last time you were here?" She wonders conversationally as she leads him through the foyer of the Temple and back toward where she, Danta, and Asta had set up the Rage Room only a few days prior.
Inhaling deeply as Sunjata moves into her space, Charlie relaxes her body as she raises her arms to make it easier for him to lift her. "You smell amazing!" She purrs, utterly delighted before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso. They hardly even reached all the way around such was the difference in their heights and builds, not that any part of her was complaining. If anything, Charlie leans in closer, drawn like a bee to a flower by the scent of him, not minding at all the few sprays of blood he hadn't been able to wash away with his magic.
The flight back was relatively short, and as they touched down at the Temple steps, Charlie is able to appreciate the flecks of colour in the Flood's gray eyes in the few moments that they were eye to eye. "Thank you," the priestess purrs delightedly, her nails softly scratching against the muscles of his shoulders and arms as she withdraws and settles her weight onto her feet. Noticing the envelope tucked beneath a bit of statuary—Danta’s note, no doubt—Charlie spins with a flick of her tail to retrieve it. Her blue eyes scan the words written there, and while Sunjata hadn't been sent to the Temple in order to convert to Dygraism, that certainly didn't mean they couldn't have some fun.
"Come on, it's this way." Back on solid ground and with the home court advantage, as it was, Charlie led the Flood into the temple with a gratuitous sway in her hips that the movement of her tail only contributed to. "When was the last time you were here?" She wonders conversationally as she leads him through the foyer of the Temple and back toward where she, Danta, and Asta had set up the Rage Room only a few days prior.
Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
