COLT
I'm homesick for somewhere that doesn't exist
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
If there's a flicker of disappointment that he doesn't say tonight, she doesn't let it through—couldn’t even if she tried, once he goes on and empties everything out of her like a well-planned bank heist. The vault he manages to rob isn’t full of riches, just an abundance of feelings, with remnants of him clinging to every surface like he means to be caught. Breathless wonder rushes in to fill the space he’s left, a wealth of its own.
She'd expected dinner and little more, a very typical date and the kind she's used to, but nothing about him has been ordinary or mild, so she isn't sure why she had any idea he'd start now. Everything he describes feels like something out of a fairytale, too perfect to belong to her life, and yet he’s offering it like it’s simple, like she could just have it. Her grin softens around the edges, melts into something warmer until it morphs into a full laugh, rich with delight that spills between them.
Her hands lift to cradle both sides of his face, slipping past the gentle trace of his thumb, insistent with the grasp. She tips up and plants a kiss to those damning lips he's got. It’s clumsy in its relief, graceless with unhidden happiness, but it’s steady—sealing a promise into him. More than an alright, more than her standing half-tense with one foot in and one foot out. It's the best guarantee she can offer, that she'll try with all she's got to not build something broken between them.
She lingers at the edge of it before pulling away, searching for her balance against the pull of him, hands slowly trailing off him like she's reluctant to let go. “It's a date, then” she breathes, voice gone soft as butter on a hot biscuit. "Now," she says, managing to straighten up a bit. "Best see to your sister." There's no edge to anything now, just the quiet glow of a star's arrival. "I'll see you soon cowboy." She'll watch him go this time, but the ache of it will be entirely different. If she sinks into the bench on her porch tonight, it'll be to watch all the stars she can until she gets too sleepy to keep her eyes open.
[FIN]
She'd expected dinner and little more, a very typical date and the kind she's used to, but nothing about him has been ordinary or mild, so she isn't sure why she had any idea he'd start now. Everything he describes feels like something out of a fairytale, too perfect to belong to her life, and yet he’s offering it like it’s simple, like she could just have it. Her grin softens around the edges, melts into something warmer until it morphs into a full laugh, rich with delight that spills between them.
Her hands lift to cradle both sides of his face, slipping past the gentle trace of his thumb, insistent with the grasp. She tips up and plants a kiss to those damning lips he's got. It’s clumsy in its relief, graceless with unhidden happiness, but it’s steady—sealing a promise into him. More than an alright, more than her standing half-tense with one foot in and one foot out. It's the best guarantee she can offer, that she'll try with all she's got to not build something broken between them.
She lingers at the edge of it before pulling away, searching for her balance against the pull of him, hands slowly trailing off him like she's reluctant to let go. “It's a date, then” she breathes, voice gone soft as butter on a hot biscuit. "Now," she says, managing to straighten up a bit. "Best see to your sister." There's no edge to anything now, just the quiet glow of a star's arrival. "I'll see you soon cowboy." She'll watch him go this time, but the ache of it will be entirely different. If she sinks into the bench on her porch tonight, it'll be to watch all the stars she can until she gets too sleepy to keep her eyes open.
[FIN]
I'm homesick for conversations I would avoid
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
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.
