Charlie
You know I talk too much
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
honey, come put your lips on mine & shut me up
Charlie absolutely preens under the heat as her goddess’s warmth curls around her like a lover who knows exactly how she takes her attention, and Charlie tilts her chin up into it with bright, adoring blue eyes that have been faithful for longer than most empires survive. She watches Kaisel’s chakram rise with open delight, pride softening her grin as the weapon spins wicked and alive before settling back to him transformed, and when Dygra’s voice turns—low and intimate and unmistakably directed at her—the priestess stills in a way that is rare for her. The words settle over her like velvet, and when that sudden, furious little heartbeat flutters to life deep inside her, Charlie’s composure shatters into pure, unfiltered astonishment. A delighted gasp escapes her before she can even try to swallow it down, and then she is laughing, eyes wide and luminous, smile breaking free in a way that is far less sultry and far more giddy than normal.
She nods up at the shrine in breathless agreement, not needing to voice a promise she has already carved into her bones, and then darts! to Kaisel, a blur of black dress and bouncing curls. Without so much as a warning she grabs Kaisel’s hand and plants it squarely against her stomach, pressing his palm flat there as though presenting him with the most scandalous secret in the world. The fabric is smooth, her abdomen still perfectly flat, nothing at all for him to feel yet except warmth and her barely-contained energy, but she holds his hand there anyway, eyes sparkling like she’s just won the grand prize at a carnival. "Can you feel it????" she demands, breathless and grinning, fangs flashing with reckless delight.
She nods up at the shrine in breathless agreement, not needing to voice a promise she has already carved into her bones, and then darts! to Kaisel, a blur of black dress and bouncing curls. Without so much as a warning she grabs Kaisel’s hand and plants it squarely against her stomach, pressing his palm flat there as though presenting him with the most scandalous secret in the world. The fabric is smooth, her abdomen still perfectly flat, nothing at all for him to feel yet except warmth and her barely-contained energy, but she holds his hand there anyway, eyes sparkling like she’s just won the grand prize at a carnival. "Can you feel it????" she demands, breathless and grinning, fangs flashing with reckless delight.
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
