COLT
It's effort to tilt her head towards him and half-open her eyes, his shape steadily coming into focus amid the blur that sinks out of her with each slow breath that isn't caught aflame. His arm feels ridiculously heavy as it lays across her—or maybe just the rest of her still feels like it's floating, and his weight is a subtle reminder that she's not. His voice, oddly managing to be both soft and rough in different manners, drifts to her like a bakery aroma, sweet and warm. Half of her smile appears, one of her hands weakly striking against his side in protest. "Me? You."
She has never had someone so attuned to her every want, able to fulfill each passing desire with a touch that rivaled her own, but better, because it wasn't. "You're fucking incredible," she sighs, the hand against him turning to trace lazy lines against his skin. "You deserve at least two apples now," she grins. Although she's no fucking clue where any of their shit is anymore. Let the tide take it, she's not ready to be a person yet after he so thoroughly turned her into butter instead.
She will have to, eventually. It felt eternal when he was pressed against her, but now, there's the ache of an upcoming goodbye and all the things that word changes even without meaning to.
She has never had someone so attuned to her every want, able to fulfill each passing desire with a touch that rivaled her own, but better, because it wasn't. "You're fucking incredible," she sighs, the hand against him turning to trace lazy lines against his skin. "You deserve at least two apples now," she grins. Although she's no fucking clue where any of their shit is anymore. Let the tide take it, she's not ready to be a person yet after he so thoroughly turned her into butter instead.
She will have to, eventually. It felt eternal when he was pressed against her, but now, there's the ache of an upcoming goodbye and all the things that word changes even without meaning to.
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.
