manchild, why you always come a runnin' to me?
Charlie does not so much enter the Atheneum as arrive in it, like a headline nobody asked for but everyone immediately notices. The heels come first, sharp and confident against stone, followed by the unmistakable silhouette of a body that has changed quickly and dramatically in the span of days. Her dress clings without apology, hugging the full swell of her chest and the pronounced curve of her belly, which she carries with the same effortless pride as everything else about herself. There is no attempt to soften it, no instinct to hide; if anything, she leans into it, one hand resting briefly along the underside of her stomach as she moves, as though she enjoys the weight of it.
She spots him immediately, of course she does, because Kaisel in a library looks like a wolf trying to pass as a housecat. "Hey, Kai!" she calls brightly across the space, entirely unconcerned with the concept of indoor voices, her tone carrying easily over the gentle rush of water. A few heads might turn; she doesn’t even notice.
She makes her way over in a straight, confident line, the sway of her hips a little more pronounced now simply by necessity, the glow about her less metaphorical than it used to be. When she reaches his table, she leans in just enough to peer at the book in his hands, curls spilling forward as her grin spreads. "Ooooh any good tips?" she asks, delighted, tapping the cover lightly.
She spots him immediately, of course she does, because Kaisel in a library looks like a wolf trying to pass as a housecat. "Hey, Kai!" she calls brightly across the space, entirely unconcerned with the concept of indoor voices, her tone carrying easily over the gentle rush of water. A few heads might turn; she doesn’t even notice.
She makes her way over in a straight, confident line, the sway of her hips a little more pronounced now simply by necessity, the glow about her less metaphorical than it used to be. When she reaches his table, she leans in just enough to peer at the book in his hands, curls spilling forward as her grin spreads. "Ooooh any good tips?" she asks, delighted, tapping the cover lightly.
half your brain just ain't there
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
