I can't relate to desperation
Charlie glows under Dantalion ’s attention, and if anything, his comment only sharpens the brilliance of it; her head tipping back with a delighted, breathy laugh as one hand drifts instinctively over the curve of her belly, fingers splaying as though she might feel the shape of the joke from the outside. "Oh, I wish," she hums, eyes flashing wide and wicked as they flick between him and Asta, lashes lowering in a slow, indulgent flutter that leans just shy of scandalous. "I’d love a matching set."
The flames at her fingertips grow bolder for a moment, curling and teasing closer to them both. "And since I’m not really in fighting form.." Her voice dips, honeyed and trailing, gaze sliding deliberately to Astaroth as her smile tilts into something sharper, more mischievous, something that knows exactly what it’s asking without ever needing to say it outright. "Perhaps you could..." She lets it hang there, unfinished and heavy with implication, her expression practically daring him to understand, to spill some blood on her behalf.
But the moment shifts as Thalassa approaches, and Charlie pivots with effortless delight, her grin flashing fanged and bright as she accepts the energy of the interruption like it’s simply another gift. "We’ll all make sure of it, won’t we?" she says warmly, though there’s nothing soft about the spark in her eyes, her hand settling once more over her stomach as if to steady the restless, crackling life beneath it. "Based on all the fires I can feel this one trying to start already, I can only imagine they’ll hit the ground running." And yes, she does mean both quite literally.
The words barely finish leaving her mouth before something inside of her shifts. Charlie's head tilts, just slightly, attention snagging downward as though she’s felt something more than seen it. And then she does see it, the small, unmistakable puddle gathering at her feet. For a heartbeat, she simply stares, and then her lips part, red and perfect in a rounded O of pure, electric delight.
"Oh—!" There’s no fear, not even a flicker of it, only a rising, incandescent excitement that floods through her expression, bright enough to rival the fire she arrived in. "I think," she says, breath catching on a laugh that’s already bubbling up, her fingers tightening instinctively over her belly as though she might coax the moment forward faster, "this party is about to have one more guest."
Charlie's water broke!
The flames at her fingertips grow bolder for a moment, curling and teasing closer to them both. "And since I’m not really in fighting form.." Her voice dips, honeyed and trailing, gaze sliding deliberately to Astaroth as her smile tilts into something sharper, more mischievous, something that knows exactly what it’s asking without ever needing to say it outright. "Perhaps you could..." She lets it hang there, unfinished and heavy with implication, her expression practically daring him to understand, to spill some blood on her behalf.
But the moment shifts as Thalassa approaches, and Charlie pivots with effortless delight, her grin flashing fanged and bright as she accepts the energy of the interruption like it’s simply another gift. "We’ll all make sure of it, won’t we?" she says warmly, though there’s nothing soft about the spark in her eyes, her hand settling once more over her stomach as if to steady the restless, crackling life beneath it. "Based on all the fires I can feel this one trying to start already, I can only imagine they’ll hit the ground running." And yes, she does mean both quite literally.
The words barely finish leaving her mouth before something inside of her shifts. Charlie's head tilts, just slightly, attention snagging downward as though she’s felt something more than seen it. And then she does see it, the small, unmistakable puddle gathering at her feet. For a heartbeat, she simply stares, and then her lips part, red and perfect in a rounded O of pure, electric delight.
"Oh—!" There’s no fear, not even a flicker of it, only a rising, incandescent excitement that floods through her expression, bright enough to rival the fire she arrived in. "I think," she says, breath catching on a laugh that’s already bubbling up, her fingers tightening instinctively over her belly as though she might coax the moment forward faster, "this party is about to have one more guest."
Charlie's water broke!
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
