#devilvette.

BLACK ROSE ADORATION, accepting; @devilvette.

She titters sweet at the fussing, yanking, pulling and quiets her murmurs of discontent under a generous joke that gets her a pin stabbed into the side of her scalp. No harm done, an unspoken threat that paired smoothly with Velvette's snarky reprimand, she needed to watch her mouth more but it was so fun to poke at the fashionista! Even if it meant a stab here or a near poking of her eye out there, she could at least laugh. Feels the crinkle up and crease of her cheeks at the wide smile she raises, pulling yet another insult from the demonness; not a fold, mark, hair out of place, lovely underneath all those barbs. Not unlike a rose, Charlie found herself musing.

She had another show to attend, being the focus of Voxtek's enterprise, one of the many images they liked to parade around, did have as many perks as it had flaws. It wasn't as if she was unused to politics, she'd shared her fair share of crowd pleasing and picked up a thing or two from mandatory events; waltzing dresses and droll talk, fuck, it bored her! Sooo, so, very boring, awfully hollow. Unfortunately, with good there was bad, and she could── no, would, withstand the bad for the sake of community. She'd been uncertain about everything at first, but now? child's play! she's got this in the bag!

She composes her face into something gentler, subdued. Fire bright eyes doing what they could to remain straight ahead rather than flicking back and forth as they were often wont to do, not quite wanting to further irritate Velvette so much as lightly tease; get under her skin a little bit, soothe it over easy naturedly and gentle. Like a fresh bite or bruise, tender to begin with and soon to quell with a gentle brush. Even if the slightest bubble of amusement wished to escape her under rapturous judgement, she suppresses it still with only the slightest twitch of her shoulders and the quirk of her brows.

❝ All d── ? ❞ she's barely granted the grace to speak, with finely manicured fingers curled under her chin sharp and firm. Insistently tilting her head up, side to side, furthering the search for imperfections to be dealt with. Managed. She catches the blasé purse of Velvette's lips, a sign she was done. Content, almost. So distinctly her even if, to begin with, it had made Charlie feel as though she was nothing but an object to be discarded; it wasn't like that with Velvette though, not really. It'd just taken some time to really see and figure her out, which was fine!

What Charlie doesn't account for, however, is the follow up of lipgloss stained lips smoothly brushing up against hers. Chilling, electrifying at once, wasn't there a human song up top that described the feeling? She cranes her head up, basking in the generosity granted to her today, a little selfish stealing both attention and touch alike but if Velvette was offering who was she to deny her?

She makes a pleasant noise, incoherent noise when her lips part and ── fuck, Velvette was moving away, did she go too far? Fidgety hands move to reach up towards the demonness, only for a distinct slapping noise to hit the room and her hands alike urging them back down to her lap. Shit. She could behave without being told! Still, doesn't quite stop the dart of her round eyes, panicked and working to understand as Velvette fixes the mild smudge of lipstick and flicks her hair back into place with a smug flash of teeth; just right.

Charlie drops her breath, a sigh of relief she wouldn't admit to if asked. Doesn't quite stop her mouth from running its' teasing course again, always tempting danger.