COLT
A smirk answers him before she fully submerges, a glance afforded to the island his body makes amid the surface of the water lapping up the sides of him. He always has a bit of a glimmer to him, like something catching low light amid the dark, just asking you to reach out to see what it might be that can still shine in the shade. Maybe it ought to feel like a trick, bait for a bite, like it's nothing more than a fang caught out from under a pulled back lip, the only warning you'll get. She rather thinks it's something more valuable though. Something that might be a bit cold, a bit sharp, sure, but worth the brush of a hand all the same.
That's typical though—that muted glint to him—this is something else. In the sea, sun soaked skin adorned with saltwater diamonds, the map of constellations across him on (nearly) full display, languid as a rainy morning keeping you under the covers—he's dazzling.
Inhaling deeper than needed she lets the soft growl of the sea vanish to the quiet hum of the world beneath. The current rakes through her wind-tired hair, eddies around her body until she can feel the pull of it in her core. Only then, when she's got it memorized into every speck of her, does she go back up for air.
She keeps one foot where it can just barely touch, content to let the sway of the tide sweep her to and fro in a hypnotic pattern rather than expend any more energy by treading deeper water. "Of course you got to see it," she says with equal quiet, the press of gratitude too heavy to manage anything louder. "Sugar, you're the one who made it." The streak in his gaze is the only warning she gets, and she heeds it with a tilt of her chin as the water spills over like a curtain. She laughs as it breaks over her like a private storm. "Just put me in the ground the next time, save us both the trouble." Her chin lifts, the appetite for payback a devious wrinkle on the edges of her mouth as she launches a pair of splashes back at him.
"At least now you have a grand adventure to regale your sisters with," A bit of kelp drifts past and she plucks it up, fingers gliding along the slick edge for a minute. "Although you might owe them pony rides if you do, so I'd be careful."
That's typical though—that muted glint to him—this is something else. In the sea, sun soaked skin adorned with saltwater diamonds, the map of constellations across him on (nearly) full display, languid as a rainy morning keeping you under the covers—he's dazzling.
Inhaling deeper than needed she lets the soft growl of the sea vanish to the quiet hum of the world beneath. The current rakes through her wind-tired hair, eddies around her body until she can feel the pull of it in her core. Only then, when she's got it memorized into every speck of her, does she go back up for air.
She keeps one foot where it can just barely touch, content to let the sway of the tide sweep her to and fro in a hypnotic pattern rather than expend any more energy by treading deeper water. "Of course you got to see it," she says with equal quiet, the press of gratitude too heavy to manage anything louder. "Sugar, you're the one who made it." The streak in his gaze is the only warning she gets, and she heeds it with a tilt of her chin as the water spills over like a curtain. She laughs as it breaks over her like a private storm. "Just put me in the ground the next time, save us both the trouble." Her chin lifts, the appetite for payback a devious wrinkle on the edges of her mouth as she launches a pair of splashes back at him.
"At least now you have a grand adventure to regale your sisters with," A bit of kelp drifts past and she plucks it up, fingers gliding along the slick edge for a minute. "Although you might owe them pony rides if you do, so I'd be careful."
Baby, don't fall for me, I'll tell you right now
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
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.
