COLT
The distance she needs to clear him from her head doesn't come. Instead, there's a resistance—nothing tight, not even a complete loop, just the weight of something still hanging on. She could shake it off with ease, but the tug of it, it's a welcome reminder that she doesn't have to be so alone.
She retreats into the deeper water with him, guided by the splay of his hands like he's slipped a bit against her. Each step gets easier—not just because the sea begins to hold more of her, but because every inch forward is a deeper surrender to the want that’s haunted her every time their eyes met. There's something about finally giving in when you've been putting up a fight that makes it feel all the better, like every bit of coiled tension can unwind into a deep relaxation.
The ground slips away from beneath her, and damn if that doesn't feel like taking a leap into the deep end with him. A safe one, as far as leaping goes, and perhaps it's for the best he's home in the sea instead of the slopes, where she's got water instead of air to catch her should she falter. It’s easy to do—to fall with him, to fall for him. Especially when he's gone and tilted the world for her, even for such a ridiculous reason.
She grins, finally looking at him. She knew once she slipped into that blue snare, she’d be done for—and now, her last defense finally caves. She’s not perfect, never tried to be, so if this is a mistake, well, she’ll learn the hard way. She reaches out, hand finding his shoulder, drawing herself closer through the glide of the water. Her other hand rises to cup his face, fingers gliding along his cheek to rest just beneath his ear—then she leans in, pressing a long kiss to his lips. "Much," she breathes into him, every bit of relief and need pouring into that word.
She retreats into the deeper water with him, guided by the splay of his hands like he's slipped a bit against her. Each step gets easier—not just because the sea begins to hold more of her, but because every inch forward is a deeper surrender to the want that’s haunted her every time their eyes met. There's something about finally giving in when you've been putting up a fight that makes it feel all the better, like every bit of coiled tension can unwind into a deep relaxation.
The ground slips away from beneath her, and damn if that doesn't feel like taking a leap into the deep end with him. A safe one, as far as leaping goes, and perhaps it's for the best he's home in the sea instead of the slopes, where she's got water instead of air to catch her should she falter. It’s easy to do—to fall with him, to fall for him. Especially when he's gone and tilted the world for her, even for such a ridiculous reason.
She grins, finally looking at him. She knew once she slipped into that blue snare, she’d be done for—and now, her last defense finally caves. She’s not perfect, never tried to be, so if this is a mistake, well, she’ll learn the hard way. She reaches out, hand finding his shoulder, drawing herself closer through the glide of the water. Her other hand rises to cup his face, fingers gliding along his cheek to rest just beneath his ear—then she leans in, pressing a long kiss to his lips. "Much," she breathes into him, every bit of relief and need pouring into that word.
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.
