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’s hand instinctively flies to her stomach the second Kaisel recoils, her palm smoothing over the flat plane of it as though shielding something precious and scandalous all at once. "Yep!" she chirps without hesitation, bright and buoyant as a champagne cork popping free, and then she beams up at him with such radiant delight it is almost blinding. "Dygra must have really approved of you," she continues, eyes sparkling as she gestures vaguely toward the shrine behind them. "Since she waited until you turned in your quest to do it."
When he starts to wobble, she is instantly there, wrapping her arms around his middle in a surprisingly sturdy brace, heels digging into the stone as she steadies him with determined cheer. She ducks slightly beneath one of his arms to peer up at him, her curls bouncing and her expression equal parts thrilled and amused. "Hey," she scolds playfully, tightening her hold just enough to keep him upright, "that’s supposed to be my line."
Then she gasps, dramatic and delighted, eyes widening with mock horror. "Or wait—do you have morning sickness too?" Her nose wrinkles as she tilts her head. "Sympathy nausea, I've heard that some partners sometimes get it." She pats his side reassuringly, still cradling him as though he might fully tip over at any second. "Do you want to sit down?"
When he starts to wobble, she is instantly there, wrapping her arms around his middle in a surprisingly sturdy brace, heels digging into the stone as she steadies him with determined cheer. She ducks slightly beneath one of his arms to peer up at him, her curls bouncing and her expression equal parts thrilled and amused. "Hey," she scolds playfully, tightening her hold just enough to keep him upright, "that’s supposed to be my line."
Then she gasps, dramatic and delighted, eyes widening with mock horror. "Or wait—do you have morning sickness too?" Her nose wrinkles as she tilts her head. "Sympathy nausea, I've heard that some partners sometimes get it." She pats his side reassuringly, still cradling him as though he might fully tip over at any second. "Do you want to sit down?"
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
