COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
It's a sight, watching mostly Vesper wave a cucumber at Sunjata. Enough so that a smile crawls in on one side of her lips, and she hides it behind a hand that's attempting to act thoughtful. She's grateful the cover is there when Vrey tugs desire up like a pesky weed, rattling its roots down in her core. It refuses to give, seems the attempt only makes the undesired plant that much stronger for the survival of the pruning. She gasps softly behind her fingers at the quiver of it racing down her, and it's all she can do to stifle the sound and glance away from both the figures near her that she knows can grant blessed relief, even if one's a proxy.
The parting words of Vrey demand Colt's attention, and warily she slips her eyes back towards blue, understanding settling like an idea taking shape. "Thank you," she murmurs through the invisible kiss, head dipping in appreciation of the god's time.
In the wake of their warm departure, Colt leans down to snatch the puppy back under her arm, not about to leave it here to be picked off by whatever manner of creature might dare to step on a god's platform. She rounds hastily on Sunjata though, fanning her heat away from the ache in her thighs that remains too persistent. "Get some new cologne Sunjata," she snaps, bristling past him for their walk back home with a sudden impatience for distance. A stare drags past him, more metal than amber, "peppermint smells like shit on you."
The parting words of Vrey demand Colt's attention, and warily she slips her eyes back towards blue, understanding settling like an idea taking shape. "Thank you," she murmurs through the invisible kiss, head dipping in appreciation of the god's time.
In the wake of their warm departure, Colt leans down to snatch the puppy back under her arm, not about to leave it here to be picked off by whatever manner of creature might dare to step on a god's platform. She rounds hastily on Sunjata though, fanning her heat away from the ache in her thighs that remains too persistent. "Get some new cologne Sunjata," she snaps, bristling past him for their walk back home with a sudden impatience for distance. A stare drags past him, more metal than amber, "peppermint smells like shit on you."
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
