The response he offers should be expected, but it doesn't stop the color from blooming in her cheeks as a quiet, "oh," of understanding escapes her. What'd just been impressive now feels embarrassing, the close proximity of him behind her and how thoroughly he's trapped her making her movements to free herself that much more frantic and forceful. Never one fond of being contained to begin with, she doesn't need those images of him lingering, too real with them playing out between the pair of them in her kitchen.
In an added effort, she whips her head back and forth to send her hair brushing against his face, trying to further distract his focus. It's instinct to shield the face above all else, and she wants his eyes pinched too tight against the braided strands pummeling him to be able to claw for a good response. Whatever combination of it all works as she feels him shift and sway and begin to go down, but with her leg tangled around his and nothing but a smooth counter for grip, she's not free enough yet to dodge the sinking weight of him as he maintains a grip. Her mistake is noticed too late, and she gasps, eyes wide, fingers scrabbling for purchase on something, anything.
They curl around a drawer handle, but it slides out smooth as silk with the pressure, then warps and snaps and comes down with her. It's a smaller drawer, meant for utensils, but it still knocks the wind from her as it lands atop her, who is already landing in a heap atop Thorn. "G—" she starts to complain, but yields to the demand of her lungs for more air before speaking.
4/4
Disadvantages him with her hair in his face, but is pulled down with him. Takes a drawer with her, but it knocks the wind out of her as it hits him. She falls atop him, so might wind him too.
In an added effort, she whips her head back and forth to send her hair brushing against his face, trying to further distract his focus. It's instinct to shield the face above all else, and she wants his eyes pinched too tight against the braided strands pummeling him to be able to claw for a good response. Whatever combination of it all works as she feels him shift and sway and begin to go down, but with her leg tangled around his and nothing but a smooth counter for grip, she's not free enough yet to dodge the sinking weight of him as he maintains a grip. Her mistake is noticed too late, and she gasps, eyes wide, fingers scrabbling for purchase on something, anything.
They curl around a drawer handle, but it slides out smooth as silk with the pressure, then warps and snaps and comes down with her. It's a smaller drawer, meant for utensils, but it still knocks the wind from her as it lands atop her, who is already landing in a heap atop Thorn. "G—" she starts to complain, but yields to the demand of her lungs for more air before speaking.
4/4
Disadvantages him with her hair in his face, but is pulled down with him. Takes a drawer with her, but it knocks the wind out of her as it hits him. She falls atop him, so might wind him too.
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
