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Charlie nods, and for once the motion isn’t theatrical or exaggerated, though the sparkle in her blue eyes remains just as vivid as ever. "It really was," she says softly, warmth settling into her voice like a remembered hearth. "We all lived together, truly together, and being an Ancient was something to celebrate rather than explain or defend. There were rituals and festivals and hunts that turned into laughter and sex and children being raised by more hands than just their parents’. Everyone made sure everyone else had what they needed, and Dygra was there for all of it, not above us or distant, but with us." The smile that curves her mouth is fond rather than wistful, bright with memory instead of loss.
At Thal’s blunt skepticism, Charlie lets out a small chuckle and lifts her shoulders in a light shrug. "If people really are that predictable," she counters easily, eyebrows bouncing with mischievous suggestion, "then it should be easy enough to know exactly how to nudge them into doing something interesting, shouldn’t it?" Her grin flashes, playful and knowing, as if the idea delights her more than contradicts her.
She laughs again when Thal mentions sex not always being about Dygra, waving the notion away with an easy flick of her wrist. "Oh, that’s completely fine. Dygra isn’t like the other gods who need their name whispered every few hours just to feel adored." Her tone turns warm, almost conspiratorial. "As long as you’re embracing the entropy of the moment—which is so easy during sex, especially really good sex—that’s what matters. Desire, loss of control, the body doing exactly what it wants to do; that’s worship enough."
Charlie blinks thoughtfully then, eyes flicking to the candle as the tallow settles and smooths around the bone. "I think my relationship with Dygra is already pretty strong," she admits, a laugh bubbling up immediately afterward as she shrugs, unapologetic at how it might sound, before her smile softens as she watches the candle take shape. "The best thing I can do for her now is help other people understand her, especially with so few Ancients left."
At Thal’s blunt skepticism, Charlie lets out a small chuckle and lifts her shoulders in a light shrug. "If people really are that predictable," she counters easily, eyebrows bouncing with mischievous suggestion, "then it should be easy enough to know exactly how to nudge them into doing something interesting, shouldn’t it?" Her grin flashes, playful and knowing, as if the idea delights her more than contradicts her.
She laughs again when Thal mentions sex not always being about Dygra, waving the notion away with an easy flick of her wrist. "Oh, that’s completely fine. Dygra isn’t like the other gods who need their name whispered every few hours just to feel adored." Her tone turns warm, almost conspiratorial. "As long as you’re embracing the entropy of the moment—which is so easy during sex, especially really good sex—that’s what matters. Desire, loss of control, the body doing exactly what it wants to do; that’s worship enough."
Charlie blinks thoughtfully then, eyes flicking to the candle as the tallow settles and smooths around the bone. "I think my relationship with Dygra is already pretty strong," she admits, a laugh bubbling up immediately afterward as she shrugs, unapologetic at how it might sound, before her smile softens as she watches the candle take shape. "The best thing I can do for her now is help other people understand her, especially with so few Ancients left."
Charlie
You'll be thinking how I burn like that
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
