Every whiskey that you're drinking
Charlie hears her name and does not turn toward it so much as she pivots through space itself, her dart! carrying her in a shimmer of shadows and rose-coloured light until she’s suddenly right there in front of Thalassa, close enough that her perfume—warm spiced honey and something deeper, like starlight trapped in obsidian—reaches the other woman before her voice does. Her smile is already stretching wide, the kind that lights her whole face and invites the rest of the world to keep up if it dares, and her tail sways behind her in a delighted figure-eight that mirrors the thrill running down her spine. She has never met Thalassa before, not really, but of course she knows of her—everyone who pays even an ounce of attention to the Grounds knows her—and the recognition sparks like firecrackers in her mind as she takes in the sight of her with unabashed appreciation.
Her gown is a black-silk declaration of confidence that clings to every curve as if chosen specifically to make the Temple’s candlelight behave itself in her presence, and her hands and forearms are smeared with drying blood from whatever she was very cheerfully occupied with moments ago. She doesn’t try to hide it; it is simply part of her aesthetic as she lifts those stained fingers in an airy little flutter of greeting.
"Hiiii!" she sings, the sound bubbling up like champagne spilling over its rim as she beams at Thalassa, the expression bright enough to feel like a small sunrise blooming in the shadowed hush of the Temple. "I knew we’d bump into each other here eventually!"
Her gown is a black-silk declaration of confidence that clings to every curve as if chosen specifically to make the Temple’s candlelight behave itself in her presence, and her hands and forearms are smeared with drying blood from whatever she was very cheerfully occupied with moments ago. She doesn’t try to hide it; it is simply part of her aesthetic as she lifts those stained fingers in an airy little flutter of greeting.
"Hiiii!" she sings, the sound bubbling up like champagne spilling over its rim as she beams at Thalassa, the expression bright enough to feel like a small sunrise blooming in the shadowed hush of the Temple. "I knew we’d bump into each other here eventually!"
Charlie
You'll be thinking how I burn like that
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
