COLT
The whisper of feathers over her skin sends a thrill rippling through her, breath hitching faintly as goosebumps bloom in the wake of it. She's still a bit sensitive from the wind-wild flight, nerves tuned to high alert beneath rain-slick cotton and the lingering echo of speed. The sensation fades, but another kind takes its place when he speaks—hairs raising with anxious disbelief along her arms.
“Holy shit, Sunjata,” she breathes, low and impressed, gaze tracing the branching pattern of lightning scars up his arm with newfound appreciation. “You’re actually lucky you didn’t.” Which speaks more to his sheer strength and abilities than luck alone.
As he ticks off the other two scars, her eyes track each one, imagining the moments behind them, though they matter far less than the fact he made it through. “Hell yeah, let’s see ’em all, sugar.” She grins, unrepentantly curious and greedy for this moment where the world feels a little slower, a bit nicer
She rolls to her side to get a better view, also avoiding the direct drizzle of the rain against her face. One arm stretches out under her head, the other tucking up under her chin. "There’s something to that, I think.” she murmurs, quiet with thought. Her amber stare lingers on him—towering, scarred, a man shaped by storms, and yet somehow still gentle, when the world gave him every reason to be cruel. “Too bad it’s only the hard things that leave visible marks. Would be nice to be scarred by love.” Sometimes, it could be one and the same.
“Holy shit, Sunjata,” she breathes, low and impressed, gaze tracing the branching pattern of lightning scars up his arm with newfound appreciation. “You’re actually lucky you didn’t.” Which speaks more to his sheer strength and abilities than luck alone.
As he ticks off the other two scars, her eyes track each one, imagining the moments behind them, though they matter far less than the fact he made it through. “Hell yeah, let’s see ’em all, sugar.” She grins, unrepentantly curious and greedy for this moment where the world feels a little slower, a bit nicer
She rolls to her side to get a better view, also avoiding the direct drizzle of the rain against her face. One arm stretches out under her head, the other tucking up under her chin. "There’s something to that, I think.” she murmurs, quiet with thought. Her amber stare lingers on him—towering, scarred, a man shaped by storms, and yet somehow still gentle, when the world gave him every reason to be cruel. “Too bad it’s only the hard things that leave visible marks. Would be nice to be scarred by love.” Sometimes, it could be one and the same.
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
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.
