charlie
Absolutely beaming, Charlie gives Fox one final once-over as the music swells and the hush of anticipation settles like a hush over the Temple. Her hands flutter expertly, straightening his lapels with a practiced elegance, plucking a tiny bit of lint from his shoulder with the same reverence one might adjust a crown. Her magic flickers faintly, just enough to warm the air around them—nothing too flashy, just enough to keep everything golden and aglow, a soft nudge of confidence in the shape of heat.
"Okay. Now you’re perfect," she whispers, stepping back with a grin that’s equal parts proud and devastatingly fond. "You've got this."
Then she glides—because Charlie never merely walks—toward the centre of the altar. Her dress spills behind her like liquid flame, horns catching the warm light like twin rubies. She turns just as Deimos and Kiada begin their procession, and oh.
Oh.
Charlie's breath catches. The priestess clasps her hands at her heart, shoulders pulled back proudly, blue eyes shimmering as Kiada comes into view. She’s radiant. Phoenix incarnate. Flames stitched into silk and strength in every measured step.
Charlie’s throat tightens around a sudden rush of emotion—because she knows Kiada. She knows what she’s survived, what she’s lost, what she’s rebuilt from the ashes time and again. And now here she is, walking into the next chapter like it’s been waiting for her all along.
Wiping away a single tear with the back of one knuckle, Charlie’s smile grows impossibly brighter. And as the bride reaches the altar, she gives both Kiada and Fox a mega-wyatt smile.
"Are you both ready?" she whispers, all bright white fangs and adoring blue eyes.
"Okay. Now you’re perfect," she whispers, stepping back with a grin that’s equal parts proud and devastatingly fond. "You've got this."
Then she glides—because Charlie never merely walks—toward the centre of the altar. Her dress spills behind her like liquid flame, horns catching the warm light like twin rubies. She turns just as Deimos and Kiada begin their procession, and oh.
Oh.
Charlie's breath catches. The priestess clasps her hands at her heart, shoulders pulled back proudly, blue eyes shimmering as Kiada comes into view. She’s radiant. Phoenix incarnate. Flames stitched into silk and strength in every measured step.
Charlie’s throat tightens around a sudden rush of emotion—because she knows Kiada. She knows what she’s survived, what she’s lost, what she’s rebuilt from the ashes time and again. And now here she is, walking into the next chapter like it’s been waiting for her all along.
Wiping away a single tear with the back of one knuckle, Charlie’s smile grows impossibly brighter. And as the bride reaches the altar, she gives both Kiada and Fox a mega-wyatt smile.
"Are you both ready?" she whispers, all bright white fangs and adoring blue eyes.
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.
