charlie
The flicker of flame moves with her, casting elongated shadows across the jewel-encrusted walls. Each of Charlie’s steps is accompanied by the wet sound of skin against half-congealed blood, her heels sticking to the ground before releasing with a soft squelch. The scent here is metallic and sweet, the kind that clings to your clothes, your hair, your very thoughts if you linger too long. She doesn’t mind, though, not even a bit.
Crystals bloom from the walls like teeth, jagged and glistening, refracting her firelight in flashes of crimson, emerald, and violet. Charlie moves with practiced ease, humming quietly under her breath as she crouches to inspect a glimmering shard of opal-veined garnet, her fingers brushing over its surface with reverence. "You’ll look lovely above the altar," she murmurs, tucking the stone into the velvet pouch at her hip.
But just as she rises, the entire cavern pulses.
The ripple begins with the walls, a tremor-like breath held too long finally exhaled. Then comes the low crack, deep and resonant, from further ahead. Charlie’s blue eyes snap up, her flame curling instinctively around her shoulders. At first, all she sees is the same jagged wall, glassy and dark—until it shifts again, and a slab of obsidian shatters free to reveal a figure beneath.
Encased in stone.
Ancient.
Perfect.
Charlie’s breath catches, her pupils dilating with both awe and something deeper—older. "Well, hello there…" she murmurs, voice dipped in honeyed wonder. The air thickens around her as she steps closer, the fire wreathing her body leaping higher, brighter. Lifting her hands, flame ignites in her palms—not just summoned, but called, the way a daughter might call for her mother’s arms. It spreads down her fingertips in ribbons of living heat, and without hesitation, Charlie thrusts her palms forward and bathes the statue in searing fire. The cavern hums with power, the crystals gleaming brighter in response as she pours heat into the stone, melting it away like wax.
"Come on, darling," the petite priestess whispers, voice thick with anticipation. "Time to wake up."
Crystals bloom from the walls like teeth, jagged and glistening, refracting her firelight in flashes of crimson, emerald, and violet. Charlie moves with practiced ease, humming quietly under her breath as she crouches to inspect a glimmering shard of opal-veined garnet, her fingers brushing over its surface with reverence. "You’ll look lovely above the altar," she murmurs, tucking the stone into the velvet pouch at her hip.
But just as she rises, the entire cavern pulses.
The ripple begins with the walls, a tremor-like breath held too long finally exhaled. Then comes the low crack, deep and resonant, from further ahead. Charlie’s blue eyes snap up, her flame curling instinctively around her shoulders. At first, all she sees is the same jagged wall, glassy and dark—until it shifts again, and a slab of obsidian shatters free to reveal a figure beneath.
Encased in stone.
Ancient.
Perfect.
Charlie’s breath catches, her pupils dilating with both awe and something deeper—older. "Well, hello there…" she murmurs, voice dipped in honeyed wonder. The air thickens around her as she steps closer, the fire wreathing her body leaping higher, brighter. Lifting her hands, flame ignites in her palms—not just summoned, but called, the way a daughter might call for her mother’s arms. It spreads down her fingertips in ribbons of living heat, and without hesitation, Charlie thrusts her palms forward and bathes the statue in searing fire. The cavern hums with power, the crystals gleaming brighter in response as she pours heat into the stone, melting it away like wax.
"Come on, darling," the petite priestess whispers, voice thick with anticipation. "Time to wake up."
they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?
then why'd it feel so good?
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
