charlie
Charlie lets out a soft, pleased hum as the conversation turns, clearly enjoying the way this meeting was going. When Astaroth names his preferred vintage, her head tilts almost immediately, blue eyes sliding toward Aithne first. She flashes the young acolyte a fanged, conspiratorial grin, one brow lifting. "Asta has impeccable taste," Charlie says lightly, the word lingering just long enough to carry more than one meaning. Her eyes widen in exaggerated innocence a heartbeat later, the expression doing absolutely nothing to hide the suggestive undertone.
Then her attention drifts back to Dantalion, her smile softening into something warmer and distinctly indulgent. "I’m inclined to trust Asta's expert opinion," she purrs, folding her hands together as though the decision has already been made.
Charlie goes with Asta's choice!
Then her attention drifts back to Dantalion, her smile softening into something warmer and distinctly indulgent. "I’m inclined to trust Asta's expert opinion," she purrs, folding her hands together as though the decision has already been made.
Charlie goes with Asta's choice!
Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
