Kaisel
Be careful what you don’t wish for seems to be the saying today. Though blessedly, Charlie doesn’t go into details, not that he needs her to, the blanks are a pretty rudimentary fill-in set. It should not be surprising, he supposes, with everything he does know about Charlie and the general Dygra and Ancient vibes. What he didn’t know he learned plenty about at the party too, based on some of the attire (or lack thereof), along with posted signs and shouted invites. Torchlight’s beaches and the House of Midnight didn’t much hold a candle to this place. Literally, too, there’s hella fire here.
”It’s a good thing you like your job,” is all he can manage for all her helpfulness for worshipping Dygra. Every job has its downsides really, but there’s always someone out there willing to deal with them. ”You know what they say, right? Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” Sounds nice on the surface level, just don’t take it too much to heart or passion becomes a productivity metric and you run the risk of a whole generation that grew up hearing it struggling to form boundaries in industries only interested in pushing them to exhaustion. The fifth pizza party of the year can’t cure existential dread, Janice.
Completely at ease with her at his side would be a lie, at least today. She has the smell of her work still clinging to her, fresh and pungent, and it’s also clinging to him now, he’s sure. Not overly bothered by blood in his line of work, and figuring if anything it makes his Danta merch more authentic, his stiffness gradually softens as they walk as he relents to the idea that he’s already doomed. ”No need to trouble you,” he reassures. ”It came on sudden and I slept it off.”
He pauses as she suddenly twirls away in protest of his assumption. The moment fire erupts around her, he crosses his arms, one ‘brow arching. ”How is that not—” he catches himself though, squinting a touch around the heat that rolls off her, noticing then that nothing is actually burning, even the things he would expect to on an Ancient. ”Oh, I see,” he beams back with the faintest smile, positively certain that still would have singed Flora to some degree or another (third degree, potentially). ”You’re full of so many tricks Charlie,” he commends, arms slipping free as she rejoins him and they settle back into as they were.
”An offering?” he repeats carefully, now uncertain, although this is why he’d gone to fetch her. ”I thought my blood was the offering?” He lifts up his free hand and gives it a glance, turning it over and back. ”Should I have brought something more?? Candy??” Sugar highs are pretty chaotic after all.
”It’s a good thing you like your job,” is all he can manage for all her helpfulness for worshipping Dygra. Every job has its downsides really, but there’s always someone out there willing to deal with them. ”You know what they say, right? Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” Sounds nice on the surface level, just don’t take it too much to heart or passion becomes a productivity metric and you run the risk of a whole generation that grew up hearing it struggling to form boundaries in industries only interested in pushing them to exhaustion. The fifth pizza party of the year can’t cure existential dread, Janice.
Completely at ease with her at his side would be a lie, at least today. She has the smell of her work still clinging to her, fresh and pungent, and it’s also clinging to him now, he’s sure. Not overly bothered by blood in his line of work, and figuring if anything it makes his Danta merch more authentic, his stiffness gradually softens as they walk as he relents to the idea that he’s already doomed. ”No need to trouble you,” he reassures. ”It came on sudden and I slept it off.”
He pauses as she suddenly twirls away in protest of his assumption. The moment fire erupts around her, he crosses his arms, one ‘brow arching. ”How is that not—” he catches himself though, squinting a touch around the heat that rolls off her, noticing then that nothing is actually burning, even the things he would expect to on an Ancient. ”Oh, I see,” he beams back with the faintest smile, positively certain that still would have singed Flora to some degree or another (third degree, potentially). ”You’re full of so many tricks Charlie,” he commends, arms slipping free as she rejoins him and they settle back into as they were.
”An offering?” he repeats carefully, now uncertain, although this is why he’d gone to fetch her. ”I thought my blood was the offering?” He lifts up his free hand and gives it a glance, turning it over and back. ”Should I have brought something more?? Candy??” Sugar highs are pretty chaotic after all.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
