charlie
Charlie snatches the blown kiss right out of the air with a flourish, fingers snapping shut around it before she presses her knuckles theatrically to her lips, eyes gleaming. "Ohhh, if I’m your sole source of chaos," she says lightly, voice becoming menacingly playful, "then maybe I need to work a little harder on rubbing off on you." Her brows bounce suggestively, tail swaying as laughter spills free, bright and unbothered by Kaisel's continued rebukes of her flirtation.
As he digs deeper and deeper into the bag like it’s swallowed him whole, Charlie drifts closer and drops down across from him, folding herself onto the floor. She leans forward until she’s peering at the parchment upside down, horns catching the dim light in a ruby gleam as she squints at the design with exaggerated seriousness. Doubt flickers through her expression, quick and sharp, but she doesn’t voice it. Instead, she looks up at him and smiles brightly. "Fun!"
When he gestures to the emergency pile, Charlie huffs and shakes her head, tail giving a dismissive flick. "I’ll help if shit goes sideways," she counters easily. "Worst case, I just turn into a dragon, smash the tower from the inside out, scoop you up, and fly us away. Dragons beat spirits any day."
Charlie's gaze slides to the chakram and she lifts a brow, nodding once in clear invitation. "You can go first," the Priestess says smoothly, before biting at her lower lip and smiling around it, eyes bright with promise. "And once you’re done," she adds, voice dropping just enough to tease, "I’ll show you a trick of mine."
As he digs deeper and deeper into the bag like it’s swallowed him whole, Charlie drifts closer and drops down across from him, folding herself onto the floor. She leans forward until she’s peering at the parchment upside down, horns catching the dim light in a ruby gleam as she squints at the design with exaggerated seriousness. Doubt flickers through her expression, quick and sharp, but she doesn’t voice it. Instead, she looks up at him and smiles brightly. "Fun!"
When he gestures to the emergency pile, Charlie huffs and shakes her head, tail giving a dismissive flick. "I’ll help if shit goes sideways," she counters easily. "Worst case, I just turn into a dragon, smash the tower from the inside out, scoop you up, and fly us away. Dragons beat spirits any day."
Charlie's gaze slides to the chakram and she lifts a brow, nodding once in clear invitation. "You can go first," the Priestess says smoothly, before biting at her lower lip and smiling around it, eyes bright with promise. "And once you’re done," she adds, voice dropping just enough to tease, "I’ll show you a trick of mine."
oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent
and I like my men all incompetent
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
