I can't relate to desperation
Charlie doesn’t so much react to the chaos as she thrives in it. The crash of glass, the sharp ring of metal, the absolute audacity of Dantalion sweeping an entire table clear for her has her grin widening, all teeth and delight, as though this was exactly the kind of escalation she’d been hoping for all along. If anything, it feels like the party has finally caught up to her.
"Oh, you absolutely do," she shoots back at him, laughter bright and breathless as heat flickers at her heels, and then she dart!s, a quick flare of fire carrying her neatly up onto the newly-cleared table without so much as a stumble. She settles back with an indulgent ease, as she adjusts herself into something comfortably dramatic by tugging the bottom of her dress up and around her hips. One hand braces behind her, the other still resting possessively over the curve of her belly, her whole body language reading less in labour and more centre stage. "Mm, now this feels more like it," she hums, eyes sparkling as she glances down at the makeshift arrangement, entirely unbothered by the urgency of it all.
Kaisel ’s arrival earns him an immediate, delighted look, her fingers slipping into his without hesitation, but as he lifts her hand and tries for confidence, Charlie’s laughter spills out again, warm and teasing and just a little wicked. "Oh, babe—" she drawls, head tipping as she peers up at him with open amusement, lashes lowering in a slow, knowing sweep. "How are you meant to get the baby out of me from up here?" Her free hand gestures loosely downward, the implication unmistakable even as her tone stays bright and playful, her hips shifting just slightly as though to underline the point without a shred of modesty.
"You're gonna wanna rethink your angle," she adds, grin flashing again, utterly unbothered. With a flash of heat, Charlie's underwear disappears just before she tilts her head backward as a contraction rolls its way through her.
"Oh, you absolutely do," she shoots back at him, laughter bright and breathless as heat flickers at her heels, and then she dart!s, a quick flare of fire carrying her neatly up onto the newly-cleared table without so much as a stumble. She settles back with an indulgent ease, as she adjusts herself into something comfortably dramatic by tugging the bottom of her dress up and around her hips. One hand braces behind her, the other still resting possessively over the curve of her belly, her whole body language reading less in labour and more centre stage. "Mm, now this feels more like it," she hums, eyes sparkling as she glances down at the makeshift arrangement, entirely unbothered by the urgency of it all.
Kaisel ’s arrival earns him an immediate, delighted look, her fingers slipping into his without hesitation, but as he lifts her hand and tries for confidence, Charlie’s laughter spills out again, warm and teasing and just a little wicked. "Oh, babe—" she drawls, head tipping as she peers up at him with open amusement, lashes lowering in a slow, knowing sweep. "How are you meant to get the baby out of me from up here?" Her free hand gestures loosely downward, the implication unmistakable even as her tone stays bright and playful, her hips shifting just slightly as though to underline the point without a shred of modesty.
"You're gonna wanna rethink your angle," she adds, grin flashing again, utterly unbothered. With a flash of heat, Charlie's underwear disappears just before she tilts her head backward as a contraction rolls its way through her.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
