She was lost in her own thoughts, buried deep in them like they were a mountain of blankets on a dismal and rainy afternoon. Charlie's eyes were on Mila, who was keenly watching the movie, and her thoughts had travelled to another realm in a way that wasn't new to her. She was a daydreamer and often she found herself adrift in some conceived fantasy. This one so happened to be related to Mila's skin and the almost eerie, yet still beguiling, glow the incandescent light gave her ivory face. Charlie was so engrossed in her own musings that when Mila's enchanting eyes met hers it took a moment for her to pull herself out of her spellbound state. Quickly, her inquisitive gaze was dropped for several seconds before she regained some sort of composure and met Mila's watch again. The cloak of darkness was a relief, at least Mila wouldn't be able to see the fierce burning in her cheeks and ears. Charlie completely overlooked the slight tightness in the other woman's jaw as she gave her a small smile.
“…I wonder why vampires are so popular. Books, movies, tv shows, they’re everywhere." Mila's voice was sultry and the tone stunned Charlie some, enough so that a slight shiver ran it's course down her back. "I know, right?" Her own voice was hushed and a little broken. She pulled the blanket tighter around her legs, and doing so forced her to move closer to Mila just slightly. "I've never been one of those occult obsessed people, my sister Diana was when we were younger and she forced me to read every single vampire, werewolf or supernatural book she could find." She thought of her sister sitting in the bed across form hers in their shared room that made it's home in a large, two story house. The room around them had been decorated with lace curtains, movie posters and many, many books one of which her sister was pretentiously shoving towards her. The memory caused a smile to warm Charlie's face.
“She seems to like it, doesn’t she.”
Charlie glanced at the screen, the actress didn't seem to be all that reluctant to Dracula. "Well that's one fetish." She chuckled sarcastically returning her gaze to Mila. "Personally I don't get it, how can people be so obsessed with a fictional species!" Her hands smoothed the blankets out over her legs which were haphazardly folded beneath her. "I think it might be because of the whole 'invincibility' status that vampires have. People were so afraid of death, that they created a version of themselves that lived forever." She nodded her head more so to herself. That seemed like a plausible explanation to her methodical mind. Despite loving the arts, and having an imaginative soul, Charlie always seemed to desire an explanation for most everything. It was a trait that she had must have acquired from her mom. "But really, it can't even be physically possible. What about diseases or varying blood types? Wouldn't they factor in?"
She realized that she was rambling, so clamping her mouth shut she let her shoulders rise and fall in a lethargic way. She turned her attention back to the television, yet at this point she was so unaware to what was going on that it was hardly worth trying to avert her attention back to it. She leaned forward to pour herself another glass of wine, her hand brushing the side of Mila's arm in the process, when the sound of the music intensified and a startling figure on the screen caused Charlie to shriek in surprise and grasp Mila's hand unconsciously. "Oh shit!" She dissolved into shaky laughter as she looked towards Mila with bewilderment. "I told you I was a wimp." Charlie managed to get the statement out between heavy gasps of breath. Shivering slightly, she glanced down towards her hand that was clasped with Mila's.
Slowly pulling her hand from Mila's cool grip, Charlie smiled apologetically. "And now I feel silly." She blushed deeply and moved her hands to her lap were the flitted listlessly, unsure of what to do with themselves before she consciously folded them together tight enough so that her knuckles turned a ghastly white. Her hair fell into her face, like a thin veil that clouded her soft features. She stared down at her hands for a few silent moments before she remembered what she had been doing before her she'd embarrassed herself. The wine bottle, which was still pretty full surprisingly enough, balanced precariously close to the edge of the coffee table. Enough so that Charlie's heart lurched for a moment when she imagined it tipping over and spilling all of her floor. That would not be fun. Expertly grabbing the bottle and pouring herself another drink, she looked towards Mila ready to offer her more before she realized that the other woman's glass was still pretty much full.
Making sure that the bottle was no longer in danger of falling off the table, she leaned back, drink in hand, and eyed Mila inquiringly. "I take it you're not much of a drinker?" She motioned idly to the glass that was still adequately brimful with blood red liquid. Charlie lifted her own glass to her lips and took a slow sip of the bitter wine, she herself was not the most abstaining of people. That was a trait she had received from her father. Of course, unlike her dad, she never went too overboard and knew when enough was enough. Placing her glass lackadaisically on her lap she fell into a dazed silence at the thought of her father and suddenly wanted nothing more to do with the refreshment. Pursuing her lips she glanced back up at Mila and smiled. "Not that that's a bad thing."