COLT
It crumbles around her like ash, curling into nothing under the sun. His shadow breaks over her like dusk settling into the fields, quiet and serene, even as the dark of the night gathers and presses in with risks and terrors. What a difference a man makes of his darkness she thinks, tilting her head up to regard him with unspoken apology.
At his words, she laughs, breathless and aching with it, but so godsdamned happy to feel it instead of something else. "I'll find you anytime I'm feeling blue," she smiles, and its not so frail as she might think. Scooping herself back up, she dusts herself off and reaches for her hat. "I think that's the least I could do for you," she says as she hoists herself up on the back of the wagon, legs dangling from the edge.
She motions for him to step closer, gripping his arm steadily and leaning to position her boot where he advised. "Can't say I've ever done this," she warns. "On three," she expects it'll hurt, knows it already does with the way he carries it. She bites a corner of her lip, nervous for him. She sucks in a breath, steadying. "One...tw—" she pulls as she pushes, waiting to hear the reverse sound of the one from before.
At his words, she laughs, breathless and aching with it, but so godsdamned happy to feel it instead of something else. "I'll find you anytime I'm feeling blue," she smiles, and its not so frail as she might think. Scooping herself back up, she dusts herself off and reaches for her hat. "I think that's the least I could do for you," she says as she hoists herself up on the back of the wagon, legs dangling from the edge.
She motions for him to step closer, gripping his arm steadily and leaning to position her boot where he advised. "Can't say I've ever done this," she warns. "On three," she expects it'll hurt, knows it already does with the way he carries it. She bites a corner of her lip, nervous for him. She sucks in a breath, steadying. "One...tw—" she pulls as she pushes, waiting to hear the reverse sound of the one from before.
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
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.
