[RQ] shoulda just called him whiskey

charlie

Charlie’s breath quickened the moment Sunjata closed the distance, his scent filling her senses. Gods, it was intoxicating: that perfect mingling of liquor’s bite, the metallic tang of fresh blood, and a steamy warmth that reminded her of a lava pool at midnight. Her lips parted with a soft sound of delight, and her bright blue eyes danced over the freckles of colour in his steel gaze. "Rusty, hm?" she purred, canting her horned head in playful curiosity. Is that even possible for a demigod?" Even so, she spread her knees just enough to give him room to stand between them. A gentle, almost absent-minded hum left her throat as her fingertips brushed along the defined lines of his arms, nails skimming across skin and tattoos like a promise. Beneath her hands, she could feel the subtle tension coiled there—pain, longing, or maybe just hunger.

"We can drown it all out," Charlie offered, voice dipping a bit lower, "—or talk, if you’d rather. I'm a very good listener." Her tone suggested she’d be fully supportive of either option, despite the way her pupils had begun to widen, swallowing up the blue of her eyes. Her tail curled around his calf, a playful anchor to keep him near. "You really do smell amazing, by the way," she whispered, a confession that came with a breathy laugh. Faint hints of that coppery tang teased her senses, stoking her curiosity and arousal alike. "Is that a Frey thing too?"

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

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