charlie
Charlie flashes him a fanged grin, her blue eyes bright with something that feels both appreciative and utterly certain. "No need to be sorry," she says easily. "That’s how it has to happen in the end—everyone dies, everything changes. One of the things about being an Ancient, and about worshipping Dygra, is learning to embrace the change instead of fighting it." Her tail gives a slow, deliberate flick as her smile deepens. "It’s why most of us are happier, sugar. We live in the moment." This too shall pass, and all that.
Still draped in Kai's lap, Charlie lets her fingertips wander lightly across his chest, nails tracing just enough to tease. Then—pop!—her lips make the sound as her free hand brushes the chair they’re in. The wood disintegrates into nothing, dropping them the short distance to the plush carpet with a bounce.
She laughs, unabashed, sprawled for only a heartbeat before rolling to her knees. "I can do lots of things," she says cheerfully, the double-meaning hanging between them like perfume. In the next breath she’s gone from the floor, dart!ing to her feet and holding out a hand toward him, eyes alight. "Come on!"
Still draped in Kai's lap, Charlie lets her fingertips wander lightly across his chest, nails tracing just enough to tease. Then—pop!—her lips make the sound as her free hand brushes the chair they’re in. The wood disintegrates into nothing, dropping them the short distance to the plush carpet with a bounce.
She laughs, unabashed, sprawled for only a heartbeat before rolling to her knees. "I can do lots of things," she says cheerfully, the double-meaning hanging between them like perfume. In the next breath she’s gone from the floor, dart!ing to her feet and holding out a hand toward him, eyes alight. "Come on!"
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.
