I've got scars that can't be seen

Adore me, Hold me and explore me

Charlie beams down at the butcher the instant he blinks awake, blue eyes radiant as she drops to her knees at his side. Her nose wrinkles in that familiar, affectionate way of hers as she leans closer, brushing her gaze toward the rage room where the lace still sits heavy and crimson upon the slab. Her tail waggles idly, and she taps one finger against the curve of her cheek in thought before her pout curves into a grin.

"It absolutely did work," she purrs, tilting her head so golden curls tumble around her shoulders. "Only..once that lace leaves the room it’ll look like nothing ever touched it, buttttt that’s hardly a problem, is it? I think our Dark Lady will love it all the more. Chaos, entropy, blood given and then undone? That’s her sort of poetry." Her fangs flash white in her grin, sharp and sure, before her gaze softens again on him.

Her hand drifts lightly toward one of his own to help him up if needed, as she studies the pallor of his skin, the ragged edge of his breath, as if weighing the last of his strength. "Are you feeling alright,? You did so well in there," she gushes more gently, her voice husky with warmth, steady and grounding against the remnants of dizziness and shadows.

Mark your territory, Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

Code 100% taken from the queeeeeeen herself, Sky <3