charlie
The flames meet.
For the briefest moment, there’s silence. Not the awkward kind—not hesitation, not nerves. Just awe. Just breath held tight in the lungs of every witness as the two golden fires curl toward one another and collide.
And then: woomph.
The joined flame leaps skyward, a flare of molten gold that erupts like a firework at sunset—brief, bright, and impossible to ignore. It dances above their hands, pulsing once, twice, and then settles between them, not extinguished, but tethered. A sliver of warmth, of light, a whisper of chaos now bound to their vows and thrumming with everything they’ve just spoken into the world.
Charlie, of course, is openly crying. Her eyes shimmer just as brightly as the flame had, though it doesn’t stop the smug smile curving her red lips or the way she blinks up at the ceiling like whoops, not again, as if she hadn’t known this moment was going to completely wreck her.
She doesn’t ask if anyone objects. She wouldn’t allow it if they did. Instead, she steps forward, lifting her hands to brush invisible ash or nerves from each of their shoulders before clasping them together. "By the chaos in your hearts, the fire in your blood, and the absolute radiance of whatever the hell just happened with those vows, I pronounce you bonded in the eyes of Dygra, your kin, and this temple. You are flame to flame. You are chaos made flesh. You are married."
Charlie steps back, tail swishing, voice bright with impish joy as she finishes:
"You may now devour each other. Or, y’know, kiss."
And if little puffs of fire in the shape of hearts appear around the happy couple, what of it.
For the briefest moment, there’s silence. Not the awkward kind—not hesitation, not nerves. Just awe. Just breath held tight in the lungs of every witness as the two golden fires curl toward one another and collide.
And then: woomph.
The joined flame leaps skyward, a flare of molten gold that erupts like a firework at sunset—brief, bright, and impossible to ignore. It dances above their hands, pulsing once, twice, and then settles between them, not extinguished, but tethered. A sliver of warmth, of light, a whisper of chaos now bound to their vows and thrumming with everything they’ve just spoken into the world.
Charlie, of course, is openly crying. Her eyes shimmer just as brightly as the flame had, though it doesn’t stop the smug smile curving her red lips or the way she blinks up at the ceiling like whoops, not again, as if she hadn’t known this moment was going to completely wreck her.
She doesn’t ask if anyone objects. She wouldn’t allow it if they did. Instead, she steps forward, lifting her hands to brush invisible ash or nerves from each of their shoulders before clasping them together. "By the chaos in your hearts, the fire in your blood, and the absolute radiance of whatever the hell just happened with those vows, I pronounce you bonded in the eyes of Dygra, your kin, and this temple. You are flame to flame. You are chaos made flesh. You are married."
Charlie steps back, tail swishing, voice bright with impish joy as she finishes:
"You may now devour each other. Or, y’know, kiss."
And if little puffs of fire in the shape of hearts appear around the happy couple, what of it.
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.
