charlie
Charlie catches Dantalion ’s eye as he takes the drink, her grin slow and delighted, eyebrows bouncing with wicked promise. "There’s still time," she sings lightly of Asta possibly finding his way into a cake, as if discussing dessert rather than chaos, her tone all sugar and spark. She watches him knock it back, pleased as anything.
Then her attention slides sideways, landing on Kaisel with a private sort of gleam. She tilts her head, eyes bright and keen. "Embarrassing," she repeats sweetly, conspiratorially, "does that mean you sing as good as you draw?" The grin she gives him is just for him; quick, sharp, followed by a wink that lands like a secret pressed into his palm before she turns away again, already moving, already glowing.
And then the air changes.
Charlie feels it before she sees it; the sudden, low heat rolling through the room, intimate and unmistakable. Her breath catches, not startled so much as pleased, and her tail immediately betrays her, flicking back and forth with animated enthusiasm. When she turns, Frey is there near Flora and Sunjata, all molten presence and knowing indulgence, and Charlie’s smile spreads slow and sinful. "Oooh," she murmurs, her voice dropping into something huskier, richer. "I just knew your girlfriend would have something good planned." The assumption is immediate and wholehearted, her faith in Flora’s sense of occasion unwavering. She nibbles thoughtfully at her lower lip, eyes drifting back to the cluster of Asta, Danta, Thalassa, and Kaisel, humming softly to herself like she’s already arranging positions in her head.
Then her attention slides sideways, landing on Kaisel with a private sort of gleam. She tilts her head, eyes bright and keen. "Embarrassing," she repeats sweetly, conspiratorially, "does that mean you sing as good as you draw?" The grin she gives him is just for him; quick, sharp, followed by a wink that lands like a secret pressed into his palm before she turns away again, already moving, already glowing.
And then the air changes.
Charlie feels it before she sees it; the sudden, low heat rolling through the room, intimate and unmistakable. Her breath catches, not startled so much as pleased, and her tail immediately betrays her, flicking back and forth with animated enthusiasm. When she turns, Frey is there near Flora and Sunjata, all molten presence and knowing indulgence, and Charlie’s smile spreads slow and sinful. "Oooh," she murmurs, her voice dropping into something huskier, richer. "I just knew your girlfriend would have something good planned." The assumption is immediate and wholehearted, her faith in Flora’s sense of occasion unwavering. She nibbles thoughtfully at her lower lip, eyes drifting back to the cluster of Asta, Danta, Thalassa, and Kaisel, humming softly to herself like she’s already arranging positions in her head.
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.
