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CHARLIE CHESHIRE ---> 26 --> FLOATER --> ECHO CREEK

Species: Demon Sexuality: Bisexual Pronouns: He/Him Favorite Song: fuk u lol by CORPSE Big Three: Aquarius sun, Scorpio moon, Scorpio rising

Rapunzel’s eyes widened as she processed what he was telling her. She thought back to what Kit had told her, that she should be with someone who would do anything for her, and here he was, spelling it all out. In her body, though, she could feel some level of pain and darkness growing stronger, and Rapunzel wondered if there was anything she could do to pull it out of him and heal him. She was too afraid to try and wind up hurting herself; she had never healed anyone’s insides before.

“I don’t know what to say,” she blurted finally, meeting his gaze for a moment before they both decided to look away from each other. “I don’t think that’s how love works, Charlie. It’s supposed to be selfless and pure, not all-consuming and dark. Not that I know much about it, being in love, but I want to be.” Infatuation wasn’t love, which was what she was learning from Charlie. She would never want the threat of violence on her conscience. “I’ll always want to be friends with you, but I understand.”

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“Obsession is something that can fade away. There are always new toys and new games and new things to rid yourself of it.” Charlie sighed deeply. He wanted her to understand but he was tired of explaining himself to her, whether it was cryptic or clear as day. “Have you ever been in love before, Rapunzel?” he asked, his tone more tired than anything. “Because anyone who has ever been in it knows it is neither simple nor something that goes the same way for each person. Love is not cut and dry. It is not something that every species feels the same way. And I do not give it away easily. So, this is rather disappointing, but we are not going to be friends at the end of this. If I want to rid myself of this feeling...I need to rid myself of you. Do you understand?”

Charlie had no idea that he was serving her exactly what she had wanted for years on a silver platter. It was almost too easy, taking his dignity from him without him even realizing it. “Oh, so I’m as deserving as the blondie, aren’t I?” she teased, a smirk forming on her lips. Daisy loved flipping back his words in a way that he didn’t mean. “You think you can move on from these silly little ones who have you wrapped around their finger? You’re more confident than I give you credit for. To think that you wouldn’t even have to think about any of this if we were a team,” she sighed sadly, giving a shake of her head while her hand found his cheek sweetly. “I just don’t know why you can’t get it in your head that you’ll never get rid of me, Charlie. I can’t be that horrible of company, could I? You’ve certainly done worse. The more you push me away, the more I’m determined to have you. It’s so silly, that you can’t see that.”

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“No, you’re really not. If I had any control over my feelings, you would mean absolutely nothing to me and I would make sure to end your existence promptly.” She really thought she was winning some game he was not even playing. If she thought for a second that he would end up back with her, she was insane in a way that was both not attractive and annoying. He would rather be married to Beth for the rest of his days. He moved her hand away from him and sighed. Now he was bored. “So what? You rather me spend every moment with you? You want me to be around you all the time? Will that give you the hint? You’re way more delusional than I thought you were. It’s very unattractive.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow. Somehow, hearing that did not comfort him nor did it make any less sense than the scene before him. Flik was hot, there was no doubting that. Another nervous man too scared to admit to the desires he had in him. Charlie was feeling giving since the man didn’t know him too well, so his snark was held back a tiny bit. The demon that raged inside him begged for pain and while Charlie was sure he would be very fun to break, he was still testing the waters. Still, Flik approaching him first was a scene on its own and something he had not seen coming. “Are you going to give me all of you, then?” he asked curiously, eyeing him up and down. “I like to know what I’m walking into before I give even half of what I am capable of. I can promise you though, my all is something that no one ever forgets.” @luckeyflik

“Ah, a shame, isn’t it?” Charlie asked lazily, eyeing the man up and down. Truth be told, he figured Paul had a death wish greater than Charlie did half the time for completely different reasons. Charlie was fine with death because he was bored and over it, Paul? He was such a mess that death sounded like the quickest release. Charlie was sure that Paul was a fan of quick releases so he didn’t have to dwell on shit too long. “Clearly, the death wish runs strong with you still. ‘Cause if this is you letting loose, I would give in now.” He had no time or patience these days to play games and cater to other’s minds. He was in a bad mood all the time it felt and there was no release from it other than getting a good fuck here and there. “Pray tell, why tell me this? Are you seeking destruction from me? Did you think I was going to pat your back? Explain what you want from me, ‘cause if it’s not what I’m seeking than...well, this is where we part ways for the evening.” @paulpanics

Charlie wish the statement did more than annoy him, but truthfully, she knew he was serious, and that was the real headache. She had already been insane, but now? Now she was just maddening in the worst way. His lack of filter these days just had him rolling his eyes and shoving her away from him with a force that he knew could get him kicked out of his own paradise. He just didn’t care for the monster in front of him to be close enough to breathe on him. “A waste and a pity,” he said, his voice bored. “And how far has that gotten you, Daisy, dear?” He looked at her with disinterest. He knew that drove her insane and it was what he was feeling in the moment. As he allowed himself to let the demon in him be as loud as it pleased he found relationships to be....draining in a miserable way. “Does it make you feel good to obsess over someone who despise you? To think of some lanky fuck while some guys is buried balls deep in you? Is that really the life you want? I’m just curious now.” @daiisyduboiis

Charlie threw him an amused grin. Of course Claude probably meant something a little spicier than the literal reality of the statement, but Charlie was past the point of amusing others for nothing. “I would take that back, if I were you,” he said wistfully, throwing back a shot and eyeing the man with hungry eyes. “My dark side tends to get carried away every now and then. And you’re so fuckin’ beautiful that I would really hate to ruin a man like you.” He was holding nothing back anymore. Either Claude was ready for the chaos Charlie could give him or not. The sin was as delicious as it was dangerous and really, if he played his cards right, it could be fun. Charlie only wanted fun with him and nothing more. He was obsessed with breaking the older man’s barrier and he was tired of trying to chip at it. Now, he was ready to just shove his hands in it and rip it apart. The drinks in his system were sitting right and he knew there was no better place to let go than Wonderland. “Are you tired of holding onto that stick, Claude?” he asked, his voice low. “Letting go is better than jerking yourself off to the what if’s. So, let’s stop dancing to this loose beat and really get into the real tango of it all, hmm?” @claudecogsworth

Charlie shook his head. Here she was, the literal sunshine in his life, trying to cling to a person that just did not exist. Charlie was a cynic and he liked to think he saw people for who they were and Rapunzel was just....hope and wonderment and kindness wrapped into a tiny package. It was cruel of him to let things get as far as they have and it was crueler of him to cut her off the way he was planning to. It wasn’t because of Daisy and he would make sure that she knew that; it was because he was tired of trying to be a better version of himself. Playing pretend was fun and all but eventually it did grow old. 

Had Rapunzel interrupted him on a different day than maybe he could have clung to that persona a little bit longer. But as he turned to look at her properly, the blood on his clothes were no longer easier to hide. A casualty to his cruelty; a life that did not deserve to end at his hands. And yet he fed the beast inside of him and he could not say he was not satisfied with his fill. There hadn’t even been a reason other than lust confusing itself with bloodlust. It was how things tended to happen around him when he left himself unchecked. The true, rawest form, of Charlie Cheshire. “I am not someone to hold onto,” he said his voice low. “This....This is what I am....this is what I do....Save yourself, sunshine. It was fun playing with you....” @punzgothel

It was the first time he’d raised his voice at her, and Rapunzel flinched, a shot of fear in her eyes. He was so close to her now, and Rapunzel took an instinctive small step back, her hands grasping at the ends of her dress nervously. Misery, chaos, blood, and destruction weren’t things she knew Charlie to be, but here he was, showing his true colors by spelling it out for her. Despite attempting to distance herself, he’d only come closer, and something in her veins buzzed with the hurt that he was feeling. All she wanted to do was reach out and cure him, but it wasn’t that simple. “What do you mean destroy me?” she asked quietly, still confused. Her anger had turn to worry now, but her naivety still convinced her that Charlie would never actually hurt her. “Why have you kept me around for so long if all you ever wanted was for me to leave?”

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That small glimpse of fear was all Charlie needed. As much as he hated it, it fueled him, and he refused to let himself hate himself for it. He laughed, bitterly and without a trace of humor. He couldn’t even answer her questions. He wanted to do more than destroy her. He wanted to consume her. He wanted to ravish her. He wanted to take over her mind and body and anything in between. He was going mad. He didn’t even think it was possible for him to be more mad than he already was, yet here was this ball of sunshine getting in the way of his way of life. He leaned forward until his lips were inches from her ear. “You are so...beautiful when you look at me like you’re scared of me.....” He tried to swallow the air around him before he stopped breathing completely. He wouldn’t mind going out like that, but not yet. “I wanted you to say so that I could ruin you, sunshine.....I wanted to show you darkness and sin and every delicious thing in between....and yet it is you who has ruined me....”

It seemed like he was growing more frustrated the more she spoke, and Rapunzel became increasingly confused. She had no idea what she was doing wrong, if not just trying to make him less upset. “No, I–I don’t expect anything out of you, nothing at all.” Now that she knew what Charlie was, who he was at his core, she wasn’t sure what to expect, if this changed anything. “What do you mean, selfish?” It was a genuine question: she couldn’t wrap her head around how he had apparently been so kind to her that it was hurting him inside. “I don’t understand why you keep trying to push me away. It’s so … frustrating? Is that the right word? I don’t get it, and it’s–it makes me so angry. I’m never angry, Charlie. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do to convince you that I don’t want to leave.”

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“Are you fuckin’ blind, Rapunzel? I told you exactly what I was and that was not enough to explain why you should be running for the hills? Do you know what demons desire most in the world? Misery. Chaos. Blood.” He had turned around and got in her face. He was breathing hard and he felt like he was going to explode. The alcohol in his veins taking over his speech and the urges in him desperately wishing to come out. “Every time I am around you I want to destroy you just as much as I want to.....that doesn’t matter. I have been so patient. I have been doing everything to tell you to run and yet you stay here.” He wanted to laugh. “You’re angry? That only makes you more tempting to me. It fuels me. Don’t you see?” He was so close to her now that their foreheads were touching. “Tell me you....Tell me I disgust you. That you could never lo-” He stopped himself. Alcohol or not he was not saying that. “I don’t know how to convince you to leave. But it will be the best thing you ever do for yourself.”

Plenty of demons running around Animania sounded like havoc, but it seemed that Charlie had different concerns. Saying that Rapunzel was sorry for upsetting him seemed to upset him even more. Not only that, but his ex was apparently using their time spent together against him. With his step back, Rapunzel took one herself, suddenly unsure of what to do with her hands. “I’m sor–I mean, I can’t believe she would, um, say something like that.” This ex of his seemed to be like a nightmare. “I don’t think that your personality has changed in a bad way, if that … means anything. It might not, but this has kind of been the best year of my entire life, and part of it has to do with meeting you, I think, so, thank you.”

-

Charlie sighed, turning away from her because he couldn’t get a grip on himself. “Of course you’re going to say that. You of all people would expect me going soft as an act of celebration. In reality, that puts a target on my head. I can’t even begin to explain it.” And he didn’t want to. He didn’t want Rapunzel to know this much about his life or his story. That would prove to Daisy even more that he was as weak as he was selfish. Her words of wilting the flower that was Rapunzel playing over and over in his head. Of course she was thanking him for being such a good friend. He had to be the asshole here because she never ever would be. “It means....Don’t thank me. I have been nothing but selfish when it comes to you. And as much as I want to continue to be selfish. I can’t. My last act of softness is to give you the chance to leave now.”

“What, you think I’m gonna bite? Please, can’t a girl just make a new friend? I want to see what’s so special about this one.” Now, he was just being rude. Daisy could handle his genuine digs at her, but this was a pettiness even she couldn’t put up with. Charlie couldn’t just tell her who she could and couldn’t speak to. “What a dichotomy: your worst nightmare and greatest love, all in one. What a lucky girl I am,” she cooed, a smile coming back to her lips. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’ll make you remember. Your worst nightmare, remember? I can annoy you all the way back home, darling. You won’t even want to be above ground.”

-

“I think you’re going to do worse. I think you’re gonna put on a good show and she will trust you because she is that trusting. And then I think after you have sunken your ragged claws into her that you will hurt her. She has been hurt enough. Let. It. Go.” His tone was deadly serious. He wasn’t afraid to drag her back to hell where she belonged, even if it took him down too. “I think you forget who I am sometimes. I may not be the king of the Underworld himself, but I do know how to make someone’s life a disaster if I feel like it.” He sighed. “It’s so much work, but I am willing to make an exception for you, my dearest.”