charlie
Charlie explodes into the moment like a firework with perfect timing. The instant Asta’s fingers loosen the red silk across Danta's eyes, she’s already in motion, heels clicking once against the stone before she vanishes upward in a glittering scatter of movement, all bare legs and wicked laughter as she darts! herself into the air, black leather flashing like a wink from the dark.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
Her voice rings through the stained-glass glow, bright as the shiver of crystal overhead. Spirits stir at the sheer joy of it; a few candles flare higher, a draft of warm air sweeps the room like applause. Charlie spins mid-air, her plunging neckline catching firelight in a way that absolutely feels intentional, and then she drops back down in a smooth, feline glide of heels and honey.
She lands in front of Danta and Asta with a starlet’s flourish, one hand on her hip, tail curling behind her in a delighted question mark. Her black leather dress is a heart attack waiting to happen; short enough to make the spirits gasp (one window slams shut in scandalised delight) with a neckline deep enough to be an event all by itself. She beams at them—sunny, adoring, impossibly pleased with herself. "Ohhh look at you two," she sings, glitter thick in every syllable. "Although, if you have any more blindfolds, we could turn this into a very different sort of party." Her grin widens, unrepentant and glinting.
She leans up to kiss Danta’s cheek—warm, bright, a little theatrical—then tips up to press another to Asta’s jaw, having to drag them both down to her level to do it. "My favourite birthday boy and my favourite person-who-puts-up-with-him. You two look stunning tonight."
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
Her voice rings through the stained-glass glow, bright as the shiver of crystal overhead. Spirits stir at the sheer joy of it; a few candles flare higher, a draft of warm air sweeps the room like applause. Charlie spins mid-air, her plunging neckline catching firelight in a way that absolutely feels intentional, and then she drops back down in a smooth, feline glide of heels and honey.
She lands in front of Danta and Asta with a starlet’s flourish, one hand on her hip, tail curling behind her in a delighted question mark. Her black leather dress is a heart attack waiting to happen; short enough to make the spirits gasp (one window slams shut in scandalised delight) with a neckline deep enough to be an event all by itself. She beams at them—sunny, adoring, impossibly pleased with herself. "Ohhh look at you two," she sings, glitter thick in every syllable. "Although, if you have any more blindfolds, we could turn this into a very different sort of party." Her grin widens, unrepentant and glinting.
She leans up to kiss Danta’s cheek—warm, bright, a little theatrical—then tips up to press another to Asta’s jaw, having to drag them both down to her level to do it. "My favourite birthday boy and my favourite person-who-puts-up-with-him. You two look stunning tonight."
I did a double take, triple take
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
Take me to naked Twister back at your place
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
