COLT
The idea of them all being a small herd, much less stuffed into a shower, has her chuckling until she's breathless with it and has to wave the image away with a shake of her head. "Oh I don't know, she manages to shape the words around the smile she's trying to fight off before it drives her back into giggles. "Could be the pride of a parade like that, or corner the kid birthday party industry and become rich." She could picture him now, sour expression like he can't believe he's putting up with it...but putting up with it all the same. She has a suspicion he'd be delighted to brighten a little girl's day, though he'd keep that like a secret he'd drag to his grave. Probably even let them strap on a horn and tie glittery ribbons in his mane.
She loses her grip and goes weak with amusement again.
The mirth quiets into a huff of air curling up into just a shimmer in the corner of her eyes. As he closes some of the remaining distance, something warm sits inside her, a weight that doesn't take anything extra to carry. It'll never stop being a funny thing, the way life changes in ways you'd least expect. How was she to ever know that this midnight man meandering along her fenceline that evening would be the type she'd run wild through a desert with and find an unfamiliar comfort in his presence. He's a seed that took root that first night she met him, a weed sprouting faster and taller than anything else she already had growing. Each little moment had seemed small, but they layered until they stuck, and now she's gotta ease herself around the shape of him where he's caught inside her, where she hasn't let anyone linger for long.
"I can tell," she says with gentle appreciation, glad he could find this place to rest after spending so long in anything but. "That's the saddle for me." King's End had her heart too, those open plains of sweeping green that laid out the sunsets and sunrises like artwork. The scenery wasn't as important to her though, even if she had a preference, this trip had proved that. "Although...I'm surprised it's the sea for you," she admits, folding the kelp in her fingers. "I'd think it'd be the mountains, where you're closer to the stars and the clouds hang out in the morning."
She narrows her gaze slightly at him then, finally noticing something. "Hang on, have you always been this tall?" Barefoot and measured by water, where there's no boot heel or slope to skew it, he's comfortably standing while she's on her tiptoes, straining to stay planted, water's top licking at the edge of her jaw where it hits his chest. "C'mere," she demands, backing up a bit to where her shoulders are out of the sea. "Put your back to mine," she motions with her kelp hand as she turns to the side, standing firm...well firm as she can with the sand shifting underfoot.
She loses her grip and goes weak with amusement again.
The mirth quiets into a huff of air curling up into just a shimmer in the corner of her eyes. As he closes some of the remaining distance, something warm sits inside her, a weight that doesn't take anything extra to carry. It'll never stop being a funny thing, the way life changes in ways you'd least expect. How was she to ever know that this midnight man meandering along her fenceline that evening would be the type she'd run wild through a desert with and find an unfamiliar comfort in his presence. He's a seed that took root that first night she met him, a weed sprouting faster and taller than anything else she already had growing. Each little moment had seemed small, but they layered until they stuck, and now she's gotta ease herself around the shape of him where he's caught inside her, where she hasn't let anyone linger for long.
"I can tell," she says with gentle appreciation, glad he could find this place to rest after spending so long in anything but. "That's the saddle for me." King's End had her heart too, those open plains of sweeping green that laid out the sunsets and sunrises like artwork. The scenery wasn't as important to her though, even if she had a preference, this trip had proved that. "Although...I'm surprised it's the sea for you," she admits, folding the kelp in her fingers. "I'd think it'd be the mountains, where you're closer to the stars and the clouds hang out in the morning."
She narrows her gaze slightly at him then, finally noticing something. "Hang on, have you always been this tall?" Barefoot and measured by water, where there's no boot heel or slope to skew it, he's comfortably standing while she's on her tiptoes, straining to stay planted, water's top licking at the edge of her jaw where it hits his chest. "C'mere," she demands, backing up a bit to where her shoulders are out of the sea. "Put your back to mine," she motions with her kelp hand as she turns to the side, standing firm...well firm as she can with the sand shifting underfoot.
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.
