charlie
Charlie’s heels clicked softly against the newly laid floors, echoing in the vaulted space as she led Sunjata through the corridors. “Mmhmm, I live here! Well, partly,” she clarified over her shoulder, tail swaying in sync with her hips. "I spend a fair amount of time in the Dusklight too." Given the House of Midnight, Charlie didn't think she necessarily needed to elaborate when it came to the why of it all. Unattached and preferring it that way given that she still wasn't entirely used to the customs and expectations of being in a relationship, that didn't mean the priestess enjoyed being alone.
They turned a corner where the walls glowed with gentle witchlights, illuminating tall arches of blackened stone and silver filigree. At the end of the hall was a dark, double door carved with curling vines—deliberately gothic, and just a little menacing. Charlie pushed it open and gestured grandly with both arms. "Welcome to the Rage Room," she purred. The space beyond was large, the air pleasantly warm and thrumming with a faint magical hum. "It'll be a pocket of time that doesn’t move quite the way it does out there. Whatever you do inside—smashing glass, messing up the furniture, a little friendly stabbing—" she paused with a mischievous grin, "—when you leave, poof! It all goes back to normal. Like nothing ever happened."
Inside, racks of gleaming weapons and shelves filled with delicate glassware lined the walls, flickering under torchlight that gave the entire room a smoky, old-world glow. A sumptuous marble slab took center stage, veined in crimson, as if Dygra herself had hand-selected it. Large vases brimmed with flowers in riotous reds and oranges, perfuming the air in a way that was somehow both sweet and a touch dangerous. "We stocked it with plenty of alcohol, too," Charlie continued, breezing over to run her fingers across a rack of dark bottles. "For, you know, stress relief… or encouragement."
Glancing back at Sunjata, she lifted one shoulder in a teasing shrug. "Danta said you might like a distraction." Innocently enough said, Charlie's blue eyes sparkled as she turned, dart!ing into a seated position atop the slab. "The room isn't quite ready yet...we still have a few things left to do, but..." She offers the Flood a fanged smile. "You sorta look like maybe you need to blow off a bit of steam based on how tight all of you felt on the flight over here."
They turned a corner where the walls glowed with gentle witchlights, illuminating tall arches of blackened stone and silver filigree. At the end of the hall was a dark, double door carved with curling vines—deliberately gothic, and just a little menacing. Charlie pushed it open and gestured grandly with both arms. "Welcome to the Rage Room," she purred. The space beyond was large, the air pleasantly warm and thrumming with a faint magical hum. "It'll be a pocket of time that doesn’t move quite the way it does out there. Whatever you do inside—smashing glass, messing up the furniture, a little friendly stabbing—" she paused with a mischievous grin, "—when you leave, poof! It all goes back to normal. Like nothing ever happened."
Inside, racks of gleaming weapons and shelves filled with delicate glassware lined the walls, flickering under torchlight that gave the entire room a smoky, old-world glow. A sumptuous marble slab took center stage, veined in crimson, as if Dygra herself had hand-selected it. Large vases brimmed with flowers in riotous reds and oranges, perfuming the air in a way that was somehow both sweet and a touch dangerous. "We stocked it with plenty of alcohol, too," Charlie continued, breezing over to run her fingers across a rack of dark bottles. "For, you know, stress relief… or encouragement."
Glancing back at Sunjata, she lifted one shoulder in a teasing shrug. "Danta said you might like a distraction." Innocently enough said, Charlie's blue eyes sparkled as she turned, dart!ing into a seated position atop the slab. "The room isn't quite ready yet...we still have a few things left to do, but..." She offers the Flood a fanged smile. "You sorta look like maybe you need to blow off a bit of steam based on how tight all of you felt on the flight over here."
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.
