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Still slack with release, breaths still unsteady, she's grateful for his support. Though, she'd not mind the grass, the way the wet and the mess don't bother, but there's no denying the increase of comfort in his hold, so she just lets it anchor her to the moment, trying not to ruin something nice by trying to prove she doesn't need it.
His voice, that deep drawl spun through with Korofi weight, makes her lips twitch again with appreciation. Not just for the sound, but the layer that's showing through, the one he normally has a better hold on. “I like the way you sound when you forget to be careful,” she murmurs, flashing a teasing smile at him. She knows this is just a moment running out between them, but he rain is still driving, so she figures she's got him a little bit longer.
So she doesn’t answer his question right away. Instead, she tucks herself a bit tighter against him, soaking in the feel of his chest against her cheek, the faint rise and fall of his breath. Her hand ghosts over one of the scars along his ribs, not lingering, just acknowledging. When she speaks, it’s something quiet, but certain. "My family always followed them, Nature Frey. I figure to do the same, though after this last quest, I'm wondering if having a bit more control over the chase and the outcome might better serve me than the wildness of the natural world." She tames that enough for a job, she isn't sure she really wants to do it for extracurricular needs as well, but the idea of peeling off her clothes when it's not really her idea doesn't sit so right either. Just kinda seems like she doesn't like being told what to do.
His voice, that deep drawl spun through with Korofi weight, makes her lips twitch again with appreciation. Not just for the sound, but the layer that's showing through, the one he normally has a better hold on. “I like the way you sound when you forget to be careful,” she murmurs, flashing a teasing smile at him. She knows this is just a moment running out between them, but he rain is still driving, so she figures she's got him a little bit longer.
So she doesn’t answer his question right away. Instead, she tucks herself a bit tighter against him, soaking in the feel of his chest against her cheek, the faint rise and fall of his breath. Her hand ghosts over one of the scars along his ribs, not lingering, just acknowledging. When she speaks, it’s something quiet, but certain. "My family always followed them, Nature Frey. I figure to do the same, though after this last quest, I'm wondering if having a bit more control over the chase and the outcome might better serve me than the wildness of the natural world." She tames that enough for a job, she isn't sure she really wants to do it for extracurricular needs as well, but the idea of peeling off her clothes when it's not really her idea doesn't sit so right either. Just kinda seems like she doesn't like being told what to do.
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.
