they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
Charlie materializes between two jagged towers of crystal, wreathed in lazy tendrils of golden fire that curl and vanish around her. Her heels click softly against the sticky floor, the sound oddly musical amidst the otherworldly hush. She's dressed in a gown of black and gold that catches the light with every step, her ruby horns glinting, her spade-tipped tail flicking behind her like a metronome to her swagger.
She spots the movement first: the laughing spin of someone utterly at ease in the glittering cavern. It's enough to draw a wide grin across Charlie's trf lips, and without hesitation—as if the world itself had cleared a path for her—she drifts toward the other woman.
"Well, don't you look like a dream," Charlie purrs, voice low and musical as the crystals hum around them. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the sight of Aithne—the curling dark horns, the flash of fangs, the exuberance that rolls off her like heat from a bonfire. Charlie's tail flicks once, lazily, behind her as she steps into the full light, her hands spreading in a showy, theatrical gesture. "I'm Charlie. And you, babe, are absolutely killing it with those horns." She winks, standing there as if she'd been conjured from the molten heart of the cavern itself, already utterly charmed.
She spots the movement first: the laughing spin of someone utterly at ease in the glittering cavern. It's enough to draw a wide grin across Charlie's trf lips, and without hesitation—as if the world itself had cleared a path for her—she drifts toward the other woman.
"Well, don't you look like a dream," Charlie purrs, voice low and musical as the crystals hum around them. Her bright blue eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the sight of Aithne—the curling dark horns, the flash of fangs, the exuberance that rolls off her like heat from a bonfire. Charlie's tail flicks once, lazily, behind her as she steps into the full light, her hands spreading in a showy, theatrical gesture. "I'm Charlie. And you, babe, are absolutely killing it with those horns." She winks, standing there as if she'd been conjured from the molten heart of the cavern itself, already utterly charmed.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
