charlie
Of course Charlie sees him.
She’s been fluttering around the Temple all day, a crimson-and-gold whirlwind of fire and finesse, ensuring every tiny detail is pure perfection—and maybe a little chaos. Lanterns placed just so, bouquets arranged like explosive little riots of colour, and braziers glowing bright enough to put Dygra herself to shame. But even amidst greeting guests and scattering compliments like sparks, she’s had one sharp blue eye on Fox.
Who, bless him, looks like he might actually combust before Kiada even gets down the aisle.
In a blink—quite literally—Charlie darts! to Fox’s side, the red silk of her dress rippling as she comes to a stop, her ruby horns glittering fiercely in the amber glow. Immediately, she reaches up and gently straightens his bowtie, her heels giving her enough height to manage it without needing to climb him like a tree (tempting as it might be).
"Deep breaths, babe!" she purrs warmly, flashing him a playful, fanged smile. "You look fantastic, but if you grip your jacket any tighter, you'll shred it." She lifts one perfect eyebrow, a mischievous gleam sparking to life in her vivid eyes. [sa]y"Although I’m sure Kiada wouldn’t mind the view."
She releases his tie, stepping back just enough to look him up and down, her tail flicking cheerfully around her ankles. "Seriously, Foxy, you’re fine. Everyone here is so busy ogling the décor and dying to see Kiada that they’ll barely even remember you’re up here." She winks, voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Just stand there looking handsome—and try not to faint."
With a gentle tap of her manicured nails against his chest, Charlie leans back, softening her teasing into something genuinely reassuring. "Trust me. The second you see her, nothing else is gonna matter. And if all else fails, I’ve hidden some strong liquor behind that pillar." She tilts her head toward the side with a conspiratorial grin.
She’s been fluttering around the Temple all day, a crimson-and-gold whirlwind of fire and finesse, ensuring every tiny detail is pure perfection—and maybe a little chaos. Lanterns placed just so, bouquets arranged like explosive little riots of colour, and braziers glowing bright enough to put Dygra herself to shame. But even amidst greeting guests and scattering compliments like sparks, she’s had one sharp blue eye on Fox.
Who, bless him, looks like he might actually combust before Kiada even gets down the aisle.
In a blink—quite literally—Charlie darts! to Fox’s side, the red silk of her dress rippling as she comes to a stop, her ruby horns glittering fiercely in the amber glow. Immediately, she reaches up and gently straightens his bowtie, her heels giving her enough height to manage it without needing to climb him like a tree (tempting as it might be).
"Deep breaths, babe!" she purrs warmly, flashing him a playful, fanged smile. "You look fantastic, but if you grip your jacket any tighter, you'll shred it." She lifts one perfect eyebrow, a mischievous gleam sparking to life in her vivid eyes. [sa]y"Although I’m sure Kiada wouldn’t mind the view."
She releases his tie, stepping back just enough to look him up and down, her tail flicking cheerfully around her ankles. "Seriously, Foxy, you’re fine. Everyone here is so busy ogling the décor and dying to see Kiada that they’ll barely even remember you’re up here." She winks, voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper. "Just stand there looking handsome—and try not to faint."
With a gentle tap of her manicured nails against his chest, Charlie leans back, softening her teasing into something genuinely reassuring. "Trust me. The second you see her, nothing else is gonna matter. And if all else fails, I’ve hidden some strong liquor behind that pillar." She tilts her head toward the side with a conspiratorial grin.
you make me wanna
make you fall in love
make you fall in love
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
