When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
Sharp laughter falls from her lips, fangs catching the light with mischievous intent. "Oh. I would pay to see that." Her eyes flick playfully from Dantalion to Astaroth, silently threatening to help Charlie in making the Maverick's dreams come true. There are plenty of ways to combine Asta and cake, even if he isn't popping out of it like a bloody jack-in-the-box.
Dark hair shifts like black waves as she turns to look at the man behind the bar (Kaisel), wondering when she'll get her own drink or if he's claimed the bar for himself. The added suggestion of birthday requirements earns him a raised brow, blue eyes glinting with amusement when Charlie takes a dig at his apparently lacking artistic ability. As someone who loathes hearing terrible singers, she flicks her tail, a teasing (and not altogether joking) grin forms on her lips. "If I hear one wrong note - "
The warning is cut short, a pressure spreading through the room too fast for her to register. It's hot and intense, heating her body from the inside out, her mouth teasing open in something like a gasp. She can't make sense of the tingling sensations, of why her thoughts are drifting, molten and lewd when she'd been clearly focused on lighthearted violence.
Her fingers tighten on the edge of the counter, doing her best to get a grip on her faculties before she does something embarrassing. "What the hell was that?" She looks to the others, wondering if they might be able to shed some light on the overwhelming pulse of desire.
Dark hair shifts like black waves as she turns to look at the man behind the bar (Kaisel), wondering when she'll get her own drink or if he's claimed the bar for himself. The added suggestion of birthday requirements earns him a raised brow, blue eyes glinting with amusement when Charlie takes a dig at his apparently lacking artistic ability. As someone who loathes hearing terrible singers, she flicks her tail, a teasing (and not altogether joking) grin forms on her lips. "If I hear one wrong note - "
The warning is cut short, a pressure spreading through the room too fast for her to register. It's hot and intense, heating her body from the inside out, her mouth teasing open in something like a gasp. She can't make sense of the tingling sensations, of why her thoughts are drifting, molten and lewd when she'd been clearly focused on lighthearted violence.
Her fingers tighten on the edge of the counter, doing her best to get a grip on her faculties before she does something embarrassing. "What the hell was that?" She looks to the others, wondering if they might be able to shed some light on the overwhelming pulse of desire.
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
