charlie
Charlie’s grin blooms warm and wicked all at once. "Practically a baby!" she gushes, tone half-affection, half-delight, as if the number nineteen is both endearing and hilarious. "And yes, of course I’ve fallen in love," she adds with a bright laugh that sparkles like glass in sunlight. She tilts her head, nose wrinkling in a way that makes her look almost girlish despite the centuries behind her. "Why on earth would you think I haven’t?"
One heartbeat he’s alone, the next the air changes—heat, perfume, and a flicker of movement—and suddenly she’s there, close enough that the warmth of her breath brushes his ear. Leaning over his shoulder to inspect the page, her hair spills forward in soft waves. "Frey, huh," she murmurs low, the syllables curling around him like smoke. A single, lacquered nail taps the exact curve of her ass on the page, and her voice dips into a pleased purr. "Very good."
And then she’s gone again, dart!ing back onto the bed in precisely the same position with impossible ease, as if she’d never crossed the space at all. "I always liked Frey, of all your heralds," she muses, almost to herself. "They're much better now that they’ve split into two separate beings. Much more...focused." Her eyes flick back to him, sharp and blue, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Makes for better company."
One heartbeat he’s alone, the next the air changes—heat, perfume, and a flicker of movement—and suddenly she’s there, close enough that the warmth of her breath brushes his ear. Leaning over his shoulder to inspect the page, her hair spills forward in soft waves. "Frey, huh," she murmurs low, the syllables curling around him like smoke. A single, lacquered nail taps the exact curve of her ass on the page, and her voice dips into a pleased purr. "Very good."
And then she’s gone again, dart!ing back onto the bed in precisely the same position with impossible ease, as if she’d never crossed the space at all. "I always liked Frey, of all your heralds," she muses, almost to herself. "They're much better now that they’ve split into two separate beings. Much more...focused." Her eyes flick back to him, sharp and blue, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Makes for better company."
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.
