charlie
Charlie’s chuckle rolls out low and amused. "Fine, young, then," she concedes, voice wrapping around the word like it’s something sweet she’s willing to let him keep.
Her head tilts, blue eyes wide and bright as she blinks at him. "I mean, doing this seemed like a fun thing to do—so why wouldn’t I?" The question lands light but carries that faint, knowing undertone of someone who’s lived long enough not to need justification. His gasp about her lovers draws only a little shrug. "Not everyone’s as lucky as I was, to slumber through the centuries. So yes—everyone I’ve loved is gone now." There’s no sadness in it, no lingering ache—only the factual ease of someone who’s made her peace with that truth and has devoted her life to the tenants of change.
Kaisel's reaction to her magic is met with a delighted giggle, and before the sound fades she’s gone from the bed, dart!ing straight into his lap. Warm, soft curves press against him—she’s shockingly light for her shape, all smooth skin and petite frame that fits neatly across him. "I have lots of tricks," she purrs, the words edged with suggestion even if her eyes glitter with pure mischief. Then, with a good deal less heat but more sunshine, she adds, "If you want, I could become a dragon and fly you around outside."
Her head tilts, blue eyes wide and bright as she blinks at him. "I mean, doing this seemed like a fun thing to do—so why wouldn’t I?" The question lands light but carries that faint, knowing undertone of someone who’s lived long enough not to need justification. His gasp about her lovers draws only a little shrug. "Not everyone’s as lucky as I was, to slumber through the centuries. So yes—everyone I’ve loved is gone now." There’s no sadness in it, no lingering ache—only the factual ease of someone who’s made her peace with that truth and has devoted her life to the tenants of change.
Kaisel's reaction to her magic is met with a delighted giggle, and before the sound fades she’s gone from the bed, dart!ing straight into his lap. Warm, soft curves press against him—she’s shockingly light for her shape, all smooth skin and petite frame that fits neatly across him. "I have lots of tricks," she purrs, the words edged with suggestion even if her eyes glitter with pure mischief. Then, with a good deal less heat but more sunshine, she adds, "If you want, I could become a dragon and fly you around outside."
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.
