✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way
Fingers adjusting at the pretty and colourful fabrics of her robes, adjusting them just the way she liked, Charlie hadn’t even realized that he’d come up behind her, forever surprised at how quietly a man of his stature could sneak up on her. With a little jump of surprise that came with the smallest birdlike noise to accompany her, large hands all but engulfed her hips to gently guide her from her his path so he could pass. For a moment it made her lightheaded and ruby colour bled it’d way up the back of her neck, heating her ears as it made steady pace to settle in the apples of her cheeks. Pursing her lips a little as the contact was broken, she couldn’t help but glance up at him from beneath her lashes, dropping her gaze back to what she was doing with only the smallest stolen glance. It was nice to be the canary on his shoulder, a surprising turn of events for a young woman sent to Hell.
