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What if I hurt you, what if I leave you
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
The dogs are a chorus long before she hears his knuckles rap the door, giving her time to pull the cookie tray out to cool before glancing over. He's draped on the doorframe like a vine, utterly content in his languid lean."Thooooooooorn!" she greets with liquor-warmth and a crinkle of familiar affection to her nose as a full smile breaks across her face. He might lack his usual glittery adornments, but he still manages to show her up, and she makes another mental note that one day she needs to raid his closet and figure out just what she might fit into for a night out.
"You're just in time for fresh cookies," she announces brightly as she leans into the splay of her hands along the kitchen island, head tilting to match his slant. "Can I get you anything to drink? I'm doing simple margaritas, but I've got most things. Can't promise I know how to actually make most of them, but the ingredients are here." Whiskey, rum, vodka, all shit she didn't really touch much, but holdovers from her late father and keeping stock for those who did. She's already buzzing, but the point isn't to get sloshed, she still has to work tomorrow—assumes he does too. Just something to take the edge off is all.
She hasn't really answered his question since he asked it. Maybe doesn't know how to answer it, really. Although, she looks alright, doesn't she? Cheerful, active, unbothered. That's the goal anyway. She's not trying to trick him though, and she did ask him over for a reason, other than the fact she adores every moment she spends with him.
Holding a smile in place like it's a job, waiting on his drink order or lack of it, she tilts her head down and leans into the counter more, fingers curling around the edge. She pulls part of her bottom lip under her teeth, thinking. When she lifts her head again, there's a spark of mischief caught in all the corners of her. "I fooled around with this guy out in Hak Etme recently and I can't get it out of my head Thorn." What starts as a grin ends in a groan, tilting her head back like it's an actual weight contained up there.
She sighs, long and loud, before bringing her head back straight and holding him with a sharp stare. "So I need your advice. You know all about guys, way more than me, I need you to tell me what to do because I'm just going back and forth. And I need you to be so brutally honest with me, alright? I can take it," she threatens with a finger pointed at him. "So, lay it out however you need."
"You're just in time for fresh cookies," she announces brightly as she leans into the splay of her hands along the kitchen island, head tilting to match his slant. "Can I get you anything to drink? I'm doing simple margaritas, but I've got most things. Can't promise I know how to actually make most of them, but the ingredients are here." Whiskey, rum, vodka, all shit she didn't really touch much, but holdovers from her late father and keeping stock for those who did. She's already buzzing, but the point isn't to get sloshed, she still has to work tomorrow—assumes he does too. Just something to take the edge off is all.
She hasn't really answered his question since he asked it. Maybe doesn't know how to answer it, really. Although, she looks alright, doesn't she? Cheerful, active, unbothered. That's the goal anyway. She's not trying to trick him though, and she did ask him over for a reason, other than the fact she adores every moment she spends with him.
Holding a smile in place like it's a job, waiting on his drink order or lack of it, she tilts her head down and leans into the counter more, fingers curling around the edge. She pulls part of her bottom lip under her teeth, thinking. When she lifts her head again, there's a spark of mischief caught in all the corners of her. "I fooled around with this guy out in Hak Etme recently and I can't get it out of my head Thorn." What starts as a grin ends in a groan, tilting her head back like it's an actual weight contained up there.
She sighs, long and loud, before bringing her head back straight and holding him with a sharp stare. "So I need your advice. You know all about guys, way more than me, I need you to tell me what to do because I'm just going back and forth. And I need you to be so brutally honest with me, alright? I can take it," she threatens with a finger pointed at him. "So, lay it out however you need."
What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
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.
