03-06-2017, 12:11 PM
Charlemagne
TOUCH MY OWN SKIN
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
…You’ve not lost it. It’s gone.
Just as she thought then. Plunged into the sea with all that was left of her power… and her history. And yet, with the simpering sweetness that was upon the other woman’s face, Carli found herself momentarily entranced by the magic that was taking place before her. She, perhaps unlike most around them, would be none the wiser that they were being put under a spell. Charlemagne, being all too familiar with the intoxicating way that the lady moved—having done it once or twice herself—felt herself going under, and being unable to stop it.
Perhaps this knowledge would work out in her favor.
Go in the direction of the power, let it lead you to your own.
The smell of Stillwater was heady to her own throat, and she swallowed as she stepped closer. It was as her truth serum. She was well aware and well versed in this kind of magic, but found that she was bound—to what, she was not sure… and yet. “The Dale was my home, in the days of old. I am in search of a way to restore the bloodright of my birth. This land has been drained of its magic, and I seek to find a way to be restored.”
Carli steps closer to the genie, who was weaving her magic in such a way as to be perfectly beautiful—and perfectly devastating. The truth was being pulled from her lips, even as surely as her body was being reeled towards the other woman—enticing bangles and all.
Slippery man, who?
Capture the canary, you temptress.
“I am Charlemagne.”
Just as she thought then. Plunged into the sea with all that was left of her power… and her history. And yet, with the simpering sweetness that was upon the other woman’s face, Carli found herself momentarily entranced by the magic that was taking place before her. She, perhaps unlike most around them, would be none the wiser that they were being put under a spell. Charlemagne, being all too familiar with the intoxicating way that the lady moved—having done it once or twice herself—felt herself going under, and being unable to stop it.
Perhaps this knowledge would work out in her favor.
Go in the direction of the power, let it lead you to your own.
The smell of Stillwater was heady to her own throat, and she swallowed as she stepped closer. It was as her truth serum. She was well aware and well versed in this kind of magic, but found that she was bound—to what, she was not sure… and yet. “The Dale was my home, in the days of old. I am in search of a way to restore the bloodright of my birth. This land has been drained of its magic, and I seek to find a way to be restored.”
Carli steps closer to the genie, who was weaving her magic in such a way as to be perfectly beautiful—and perfectly devastating. The truth was being pulled from her lips, even as surely as her body was being reeled towards the other woman—enticing bangles and all.
Slippery man, who?
Capture the canary, you temptress.
“I am Charlemagne.”
I HAD A WAY THEN LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
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