charlie
Charlie laughs, big, bright, the kind of sound that fills a room and draws stray gazes from half the bar. "Oh, no, I’m an actual priestess," she assures, one hand pressed theatrically to her chest as if she’s been accused of heresy. "For Dygra. You know, the Ancient goddess of chaos and entropy?" She waggles her tail behind her like an exclamation point, head tipping just so the light catches the gleam of her ruby horns.
She wrinkles her nose up at him, blue eyes sparkling as he parses out her metaphor, before shrugging. "Up to you, I never mind an audience," she chirps, giving a little bounce in her seat, then she’s hopping down from her stool in a tumble of silk and heels, still managing to look like the world’s tiniest force of nature. Even with the stilettos, she only comes up to Kaisel’s chest, but it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.
With an effortless little sidestep, she slips herself right at his side, arm looping around his waist as if they’ve always moved through doorways together. "C’mon, then. I come by the House so often, Sunjata pretty much always has a room ready—honestly, it’d be rude not to make use of it." She leads him down the hall, tail swishing in high spirits, not bothering to hide how thoroughly she’s enjoying the spectacle.
The door swings open on Charlie’s room, and—true to the House’s magic—the inside is a lush, plush den of red. Everywhere: crimson, scarlet, wine, velvet and silk, with a massive bed centre-stage and mirrors gleaming on the ceiling above. A fire roars in the hearth, drenching the whole room in sultry, delicious warmth.
Charlie tosses Kai a dazzling grin, gliding toward the in-room bar like it’s her throne. "Drink?" she asks, already reaching for something dark and honeyed for herself. "I find it helps with nerves—and inspiration."
She wrinkles her nose up at him, blue eyes sparkling as he parses out her metaphor, before shrugging. "Up to you, I never mind an audience," she chirps, giving a little bounce in her seat, then she’s hopping down from her stool in a tumble of silk and heels, still managing to look like the world’s tiniest force of nature. Even with the stilettos, she only comes up to Kaisel’s chest, but it doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.
With an effortless little sidestep, she slips herself right at his side, arm looping around his waist as if they’ve always moved through doorways together. "C’mon, then. I come by the House so often, Sunjata pretty much always has a room ready—honestly, it’d be rude not to make use of it." She leads him down the hall, tail swishing in high spirits, not bothering to hide how thoroughly she’s enjoying the spectacle.
The door swings open on Charlie’s room, and—true to the House’s magic—the inside is a lush, plush den of red. Everywhere: crimson, scarlet, wine, velvet and silk, with a massive bed centre-stage and mirrors gleaming on the ceiling above. A fire roars in the hearth, drenching the whole room in sultry, delicious warmth.
Charlie tosses Kai a dazzling grin, gliding toward the in-room bar like it’s her throne. "Drink?" she asks, already reaching for something dark and honeyed for herself. "I find it helps with nerves—and inspiration."
oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent
and I like my men all incompetent
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
