COLT
His response is immediate, if measured. It's a new thread to tie between them, and though not unpracticed with the material, it's something that takes a second to place. This isn’t some slow-burn buildup—no shy looks or overthought words, just fire and need. She is a bundle of dry grass that ignites the moment the spark of his kiss sets against her. There's an unrelenting need unspooling in her to push the weight of the desert out, and she'd have him for the heavy lifting.
She settles like a pale shadow beneath him, pressing back into the wet of the grass, barely felt against the ongoing parade of rain overhead. Everything is soaked, even the coil of his muscle as her hand slips up his scarred arm, her other sliding across his stubble to curl against his drenched hair, holding him to her unnecessarily. He's with her, she can feel it with the second catch of his mouth, the intensity increasing in the way she's hungry for. Her eyes flare, starved for him even as he leans down and erases nearly every inch between them. It's a gap she beckons him to fill as one leg hooks over him, clothing bunching further beneath the grip he sets to her side.
"Don't hold back," she warns him, well aware of his herald. She doesn’t want this slow. Nothing careful or gentle. She wants to be exorcised—purged by the angel above her before the demon that's cozied up inside wins.
She settles like a pale shadow beneath him, pressing back into the wet of the grass, barely felt against the ongoing parade of rain overhead. Everything is soaked, even the coil of his muscle as her hand slips up his scarred arm, her other sliding across his stubble to curl against his drenched hair, holding him to her unnecessarily. He's with her, she can feel it with the second catch of his mouth, the intensity increasing in the way she's hungry for. Her eyes flare, starved for him even as he leans down and erases nearly every inch between them. It's a gap she beckons him to fill as one leg hooks over him, clothing bunching further beneath the grip he sets to her side.
"Don't hold back," she warns him, well aware of his herald. She doesn’t want this slow. Nothing careful or gentle. She wants to be exorcised—purged by the angel above her before the demon that's cozied up inside wins.
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.
