COLT
The roar of the world goes quiet the moment they connect. Every fear, each ache, all the thoughts—they just crumble away into salt and surrender. The smoke of him winds around like nightfall, his grip a sunset sinking down the landscape of her skin, each hand a splash of that rose gold ruin against the sky. His attention is exact as it sets into her, as sure as every stride he'd made across the wasteland. That unwavering return seeps into her like liquor, a bite of heat and a buzz against the senses, poison dressed up in pleasure that she's parched for. Pour her something strong if it's like this.
She expects it all to rush back in the moment they separate, but it doesn't. It's just him, shining blue and smiling in that way that makes the stars press in a bit tighter, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. She bites the edge of her lip, like it might contain the inevitable expanse of her smile, rich with the accomplishment of submitting to sin of him. "Told you I owed you a favor," she winks in response, though it's not real, and the edge of her tone that he always reads so well ought to tell him as much. She hasn't done this for him, she's done this because of him. Because he makes her feel capable even when she's worn through. Because he's never taken a thing from her but given her everything, even the things she didn't ask for but sure could use. Because he's there, always there when she needs him most, but never feels like she can't do it without him.
The affection written plainly on her face curls into newfound amusement as he provides the slope of his back once more. "Still no saddle?" she smirks as she slips her arms across his shoulders, sliding into each other as a loop over his chest. Her legs echo the motion above his hips, erasing the distance between them as she presses the length of herself along him. Her chin rests on one side of his neck, breath soft as she whispers, "home again." No saddle, no horse this time, but tucked against him sure feels close right now.
She expects it all to rush back in the moment they separate, but it doesn't. It's just him, shining blue and smiling in that way that makes the stars press in a bit tighter, hoping to catch a glimpse of it. She bites the edge of her lip, like it might contain the inevitable expanse of her smile, rich with the accomplishment of submitting to sin of him. "Told you I owed you a favor," she winks in response, though it's not real, and the edge of her tone that he always reads so well ought to tell him as much. She hasn't done this for him, she's done this because of him. Because he makes her feel capable even when she's worn through. Because he's never taken a thing from her but given her everything, even the things she didn't ask for but sure could use. Because he's there, always there when she needs him most, but never feels like she can't do it without him.
The affection written plainly on her face curls into newfound amusement as he provides the slope of his back once more. "Still no saddle?" she smirks as she slips her arms across his shoulders, sliding into each other as a loop over his chest. Her legs echo the motion above his hips, erasing the distance between them as she presses the length of herself along him. Her chin rests on one side of his neck, breath soft as she whispers, "home again." No saddle, no horse this time, but tucked against him sure feels close right now.
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.
