Adore me, Hold me and explore me
The air shifts, ink-black shadows blooming outward in jagged streaks, rising around her like a circle of ghouls with their stolen smiles. For a heartbeat Charlie's blue eyes sweep the room, quick and sharp, measuring them, making certain this was only Asta’s haunt taking form, and not something more sinister creeping through the Temple.
They leer, fanged and hollow-eyed, and for most they would be enough to shake the marrow loose. But Charlie only narrows her gaze, lashes lowering as her lips peel back in a feral little smile of her own. She shows her teeth right back at them, pearly and dangerous, the priestess unwilling to give the spectres even a taste of victory.
Her body hunches lower over Asta’s, protective and unyielding, tail lashing once like a whip before curling possessively around the sodden lace she holds. Her voice is a velvet purr, but sharpened at the edges like the knife still gleaming in her hand. Her blue eyes snap back to Asta, softened in an instant, adoration flooding through as if to smother the shadows in warmth. Whatever darkness he bled into the room, Charlie would bear it, bare her fangs at it, and keep drawing him steady through every drop. "A few more beats of your heart and you'll have done it," she whispers, low and sure.
They leer, fanged and hollow-eyed, and for most they would be enough to shake the marrow loose. But Charlie only narrows her gaze, lashes lowering as her lips peel back in a feral little smile of her own. She shows her teeth right back at them, pearly and dangerous, the priestess unwilling to give the spectres even a taste of victory.
Her body hunches lower over Asta’s, protective and unyielding, tail lashing once like a whip before curling possessively around the sodden lace she holds. Her voice is a velvet purr, but sharpened at the edges like the knife still gleaming in her hand. Her blue eyes snap back to Asta, softened in an instant, adoration flooding through as if to smother the shadows in warmth. Whatever darkness he bled into the room, Charlie would bear it, bare her fangs at it, and keep drawing him steady through every drop. "A few more beats of your heart and you'll have done it," she whispers, low and sure.
Mark your territory, Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
