COLT
His words rumble like distant thunder against her cheek, and she laughs at the feeling and the threat. The humor hums out into a lingering smile, and for a moment, it's just the rain and their breaths. Steadily his fingers begin to move, trailing idle paths that trace his thoughts against her back, and she closes her eyes against the touch as she listens.
With all the restraints he had to fight to dodge from his homeland, it's no wonder he began to yank at the ones Safrin laid down upon him. It does reaffirm that some version of Frey is who she'd most like to grant her allegiance to, though she's skeptical of how he's framing choice here. It'd also been her choice not to do the quest she'd been given, not to look for luck amid a barren wasteland with a man that's threatened to upset every easy day she's had for years. There's always that choice, the one not to, isn't there?
"That's always something a bit rare," she admits after a moment of chewing on his experiences. "Being accepted as you are." Colt eases off his chest, the heat she'd collected there dispersing as she leans back into a tall-armed stretch, lazy but movement of some kind. "Definitely picking Frey over Safrin, although I need to say hello to her soon." Colt's perhaps been avoiding it, preferring not to go knocking at the doorstep of the mother who's son she's trying to forget like a job. Not much way around it though, "she's the only one that can grant me the gravity I'm looking for. Something to fight off the void." Something to keep her a little bit better prepared than she's felt on a few occasions.
With all the restraints he had to fight to dodge from his homeland, it's no wonder he began to yank at the ones Safrin laid down upon him. It does reaffirm that some version of Frey is who she'd most like to grant her allegiance to, though she's skeptical of how he's framing choice here. It'd also been her choice not to do the quest she'd been given, not to look for luck amid a barren wasteland with a man that's threatened to upset every easy day she's had for years. There's always that choice, the one not to, isn't there?
"That's always something a bit rare," she admits after a moment of chewing on his experiences. "Being accepted as you are." Colt eases off his chest, the heat she'd collected there dispersing as she leans back into a tall-armed stretch, lazy but movement of some kind. "Definitely picking Frey over Safrin, although I need to say hello to her soon." Colt's perhaps been avoiding it, preferring not to go knocking at the doorstep of the mother who's son she's trying to forget like a job. Not much way around it though, "she's the only one that can grant me the gravity I'm looking for. Something to fight off the void." Something to keep her a little bit better prepared than she's felt on a few occasions.
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.
