[PQ] [SE] one's own fireside

charlie

"Gasp!" Beaming down at the Maverick, if Charlie is at all unhappy about Danta potentially throwing the wager, she doesn't show it. (Besides, with the length of Danta's legs he's going to look stunning in a cocktail dress, especially with a pair of heels).

Letting her own expression grow similarly serious, the Maverick's request has the priestess's hands clasping tightly together with her knuckles glued beneath her chin. "Oh, I'd love to! I have just the thing!" So saying, Charlie darts! out of the room, before reappearing with her finger held up. "I'll be right back." She clarifies, before disappearing once again.

Danta and Asta will have a few moments to themselves, and when Charlie returns she pauses outside the door, singing loudly to herself before entering so as not to catch anyone unaware.

"Taddaaa!" Holding out her hands, what Charlie offers is clearly something that she'd been working on previously. In the centre is a bowl made out of black opal, filled with animal fat. Holding the bowl is a crown of intricately carved antlers such that it almost looks as though there's a layer of lace covering the bone, with diamonds inlayed in the tips of the antlers. With nothing more than a look, fire bloomed in the bowl and immediately dark rainbows of light scattered out across the floor and walls, with the inlaid diamonds sparkling like contained starlight.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// you knew who I was //

"You have enough bad luck as it is," Danta teases Asta with a smirk; wicker women, gore crow boggarts, bloodbane misfires - need he go on? The Maverick has just enough time to glance up at Charlie before she's simply gone... and then back, and then gone again, and he's left grinning at the space where she'd once been as if expecting her to return a second (or third) time.

When it's clear that she isn't darting back to them instantly, he helps to ferry the mirror to the location Asta has picked out, carefully setting it against the wall and anchoring it there with a few brackets and fixtures. It ought to hold itself up by its own weight, but again, there's that talk about bad luck. Better to be safe than sorry.

"You think?" He tilts his head at Asta, peering at himself in the glass and parting his lips to say something more, before the little priestess's voice rings out from the corridor. Turning in time to see her enter the room, the offering she brings is beautiful all by itself, and as she sets it aflame and casts rainbows of light around the room, his jaw drops in delight.

"You are a wonder, you know that?" he informs her. "Here, it can sit on the mantel above the fireplace." That way the flames from the fire might also catch upon it at will. 

Stepping back once he's satisfied with the placement, Danta lets out a long breath that has his shoulders sagging. "I think that might be it for now. Thanks, Charlie. Come on - let's go see how drunk you can get."

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AND WE'RE DONE! Thank youuuuuu!

~FIN

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //