COLT
So much for coming out here to get away from the memory and not digging into old wounds that have scarred over. Let's blame it on the alcohol and not a heart trying to be strong when it feels anything but.
Thorn is good. She can feel it, something warm and bright in him as he reaches for her. It's an unexpected tide of understanding, and it threatens to break the fragile dam she's built up. She breaths in harder against his glinting shoulder, her own hands threading around him in gratitude. She laughs then, a soft, bitter thing that's aimed mostly at herself as she sinks into the embrace like a bed that's been calling her name all day from the field.
She'd pulled down every fence her husband had leaned on. All an attempt to fix, to keep him, to prove to him that she was still in it with him. She didn't realize that by letting him in, he'd begun to smother every bit of her out. "You never think you'll be that girl. Too dumb to notice, to weak to stop it, too blind to change. You think you're stronger, smarter, better." She whispers against his body, cradled in something secure enough to finally confess this to. "Thinking like that...keeps you in. If you do get out, then you have to admit he caught you, don't you?" A sigh, regret for who she once was. Whatever it was before him, whatever it was during him, it was different now. Not better, she finally realizes, just, flawed.
She tilts her head back, pulling out of the embrace, cold as its absence might be after giving her so much in that moment. "Sorry," she says with eyes blinking against the dried tears. "I didn't mean..." she exhales long and slow, a finger flicking as her hand falls over the side of the bench in some manner of defeat. "He sacrificed everything, in the end. Fucker's dead." She smiles again, and this one, it's real.
Thorn is good. She can feel it, something warm and bright in him as he reaches for her. It's an unexpected tide of understanding, and it threatens to break the fragile dam she's built up. She breaths in harder against his glinting shoulder, her own hands threading around him in gratitude. She laughs then, a soft, bitter thing that's aimed mostly at herself as she sinks into the embrace like a bed that's been calling her name all day from the field.
She'd pulled down every fence her husband had leaned on. All an attempt to fix, to keep him, to prove to him that she was still in it with him. She didn't realize that by letting him in, he'd begun to smother every bit of her out. "You never think you'll be that girl. Too dumb to notice, to weak to stop it, too blind to change. You think you're stronger, smarter, better." She whispers against his body, cradled in something secure enough to finally confess this to. "Thinking like that...keeps you in. If you do get out, then you have to admit he caught you, don't you?" A sigh, regret for who she once was. Whatever it was before him, whatever it was during him, it was different now. Not better, she finally realizes, just, flawed.
She tilts her head back, pulling out of the embrace, cold as its absence might be after giving her so much in that moment. "Sorry," she says with eyes blinking against the dried tears. "I didn't mean..." she exhales long and slow, a finger flicking as her hand falls over the side of the bench in some manner of defeat. "He sacrificed everything, in the end. Fucker's dead." She smiles again, and this one, it's real.
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.
