charlie
"I've only had the pleasure of visiting the House of Midnight once, but...it certainly doesn't seem like the sort of place run by a man who's rusty." The priestess purrs, one of her eyebrows lifting, but chuckling softly and fixing the demigod a disbelieving stare. "I bet you say that to all the girls." To all the boys, too, and everyone in between, she guessed.
Sitting up a touch straighter as he began to shift, unfettered delight sparked in the blonde's gaze as she beheld the newly revealed primal alterations. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, reaching out to lightly trace the elegant curves of his wings; able to reach only about a 1/4 of the way across given their respective heights, Charlie let her fingertips graze against the inner membrane on their way back, making sure to brush against the places where she could see veins fracturing through.
Tilting her chin up to better appreciate his horns, the priestess's head tilted slightly to one side, her blue eyes shimmering in the low light as she flashed him a fanged smile. "Our horns come in all shapes and sizes." She murmurs, red lips hugging the words as she lifts a hand, pressing a single fingertip against the point of one horn. "Some, like mine with shred your hands if you try and hold them." Small though they were, the unrefined edges of the ruby were sharp as knives. "But some..." Curiosity flared in the priestess's eyes as she let her finger swirl down the outside of Sunjata's horn, her fingers ghosting around its girth as fire softly pooled in her palm creating heat. "..some are meant to be touched."
Not bothering to hide her shiver of delight to feel his breath tickle across her neck, Charlie leans forward, the distance between them no longer just friendly. Closing her eyes, Charlie inhales deeply, her one hand curled just shy of the base of his horn. "You smell like the bonfires we used to light—ones that seemed to touch the sky. You smell like the final sip of wine that rinses the last of the meat from your mouth, like something honeyed that burns. Oh, and—" Tilting her head, now it was her turn to place the sleek column of her neck nearer to his mouth as she nodded toward the glass of liquor he held. "—that, of course."
Sitting up a touch straighter as he began to shift, unfettered delight sparked in the blonde's gaze as she beheld the newly revealed primal alterations. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, reaching out to lightly trace the elegant curves of his wings; able to reach only about a 1/4 of the way across given their respective heights, Charlie let her fingertips graze against the inner membrane on their way back, making sure to brush against the places where she could see veins fracturing through.
Tilting her chin up to better appreciate his horns, the priestess's head tilted slightly to one side, her blue eyes shimmering in the low light as she flashed him a fanged smile. "Our horns come in all shapes and sizes." She murmurs, red lips hugging the words as she lifts a hand, pressing a single fingertip against the point of one horn. "Some, like mine with shred your hands if you try and hold them." Small though they were, the unrefined edges of the ruby were sharp as knives. "But some..." Curiosity flared in the priestess's eyes as she let her finger swirl down the outside of Sunjata's horn, her fingers ghosting around its girth as fire softly pooled in her palm creating heat. "..some are meant to be touched."
Not bothering to hide her shiver of delight to feel his breath tickle across her neck, Charlie leans forward, the distance between them no longer just friendly. Closing her eyes, Charlie inhales deeply, her one hand curled just shy of the base of his horn. "You smell like the bonfires we used to light—ones that seemed to touch the sky. You smell like the final sip of wine that rinses the last of the meat from your mouth, like something honeyed that burns. Oh, and—" Tilting her head, now it was her turn to place the sleek column of her neck nearer to his mouth as she nodded toward the glass of liquor he held. "—that, of course."
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.
