Colt
Her nose wrinkles with the effort of thought, "I've been wonderin' myself." There's a low edge of disappointment, that frustration from earlier turning inwards with a slow trickle as she tries to peer past the fog that lingers in her mind. It's both a relief and annoying as hell that he seems to be in the same state.
"I don't think it was water. Something about it was off...like the seams of it didn't match." Some broken puzzle piece that she'd flipped the table over for. She pauses as she considers further, the memory like catching glimmers through smoke. She gives a sly, rueful smile, the pain worth it for the moment. "Pretty sure I kicked you to get us out of there." If there's an apology that should slide in there, she doesn't offer it.
Bit by bit, with shadow and knife, cords fall away under his command. Each severed line feels like the artery of the jungle being slashed, its pulse weakening with each loss, the hammering of its heart growing quieter against her. The press of his arm against her back is something she can lean into, something solid that doesn't burn or prickle like the waffle-iron pattern of the vines.
She's wordless as she listens to his bidding, focusing only on the outcome, eager to be free. She hoists her legs around him as instructed, abdomen rippling wearily with the effort, boots kicking up off the ground and slipping over each other behind his hips to lock them there. It's easy, like she's pressed into him dozens of times, like he's always been there at her side through these tangling moments in life. The trip here has been its own lifetime, so it feels, cutting away any lingering reservations with each bead of sweat. At least, for now, while they're still here, still surrounded with humidity and danger.
Something else breaks under his careful hand and she feels it slide away from under the topside of her. An eyeroll greets his jest, lips quirking in the faintest upturn. "Dust and heatstroke maybe," she admits with a short, dry laugh, because that much at least did tend to be most of her summertime experience at the ranch. "The jungle snares were not on the list though." She glances up at him with a curious lift of one 'brow.
"Yeah, and just what do you know of romance novels? This might work...but there's usually got to be one night where only one bed is available. You also don't quite fit the part," she glances over him with faux-seriousness, as if inspecting him for the first time. "Your shadows are a nice touch, but you don't have any wings, or mind-reading abilities. No enemies to lovers situation either," she clucks her tongue like she's found him disappointing for the role. "Guess this is just a bad choose your own adventure ending instead."
"I don't think it was water. Something about it was off...like the seams of it didn't match." Some broken puzzle piece that she'd flipped the table over for. She pauses as she considers further, the memory like catching glimmers through smoke. She gives a sly, rueful smile, the pain worth it for the moment. "Pretty sure I kicked you to get us out of there." If there's an apology that should slide in there, she doesn't offer it.
Bit by bit, with shadow and knife, cords fall away under his command. Each severed line feels like the artery of the jungle being slashed, its pulse weakening with each loss, the hammering of its heart growing quieter against her. The press of his arm against her back is something she can lean into, something solid that doesn't burn or prickle like the waffle-iron pattern of the vines.
She's wordless as she listens to his bidding, focusing only on the outcome, eager to be free. She hoists her legs around him as instructed, abdomen rippling wearily with the effort, boots kicking up off the ground and slipping over each other behind his hips to lock them there. It's easy, like she's pressed into him dozens of times, like he's always been there at her side through these tangling moments in life. The trip here has been its own lifetime, so it feels, cutting away any lingering reservations with each bead of sweat. At least, for now, while they're still here, still surrounded with humidity and danger.
Something else breaks under his careful hand and she feels it slide away from under the topside of her. An eyeroll greets his jest, lips quirking in the faintest upturn. "Dust and heatstroke maybe," she admits with a short, dry laugh, because that much at least did tend to be most of her summertime experience at the ranch. "The jungle snares were not on the list though." She glances up at him with a curious lift of one 'brow.
"Yeah, and just what do you know of romance novels? This might work...but there's usually got to be one night where only one bed is available. You also don't quite fit the part," she glances over him with faux-seriousness, as if inspecting him for the first time. "Your shadows are a nice touch, but you don't have any wings, or mind-reading abilities. No enemies to lovers situation either," she clucks her tongue like she's found him disappointing for the role. "Guess this is just a bad choose your own adventure ending instead."
I ain't gonna be that easy to leave
I'm gonna make you miss me
I'm gonna make you miss me
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.
