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You put the cool in the breeze
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
She could watch him lean on a rail all damn day and never get tired of it, but seeing him slip off it to step towards her, even better. When he reaches for her hair, surprise smooths an edge of her smile and she tips her head with compliance, though it appears he's skilled enough to manage it all on his own. At his withdrawal, she can't help but set a curious brush of fingers against the new addition to her crown. She approves with all the girlish wonder of someone who's not bothered to decorate herself for a long while, but who once worked just as hard as this wild violet to bloom for the world to see.
She holds her twinkling hand up against her cheek and tilts into it to playfully display the change he's made as his stare resettles. His tease lands true, because yes, things are infinitely duller in his absence, and she's preparing to say something not quite along those lines when he's suddenly hovering at the edge of their distance. Everything pulls back in and tangles up, breath hitching, but it's the curl of his words that find her instead of his mouth. "Alright," she manages to get past before the kiss sinks in.
Her hand slips from her own cheek to his, light against him, unable to resist the contact once it’s there. She leans in a hair before it all ends, chasing that hush he brings down over her world, where everything feels soft and right. When they pull away, she lingers for a moment, letting that last hint of him remain with her as long as she can. She even keeps her smile from coming in, like it might erase the echo of his touch on her lips. She slips her hand down, drawing it through the fold of his elbow, tugging herself into place alongside him. "Lead the way, honey," she murmurs. "No hiking though," she warns with a smirk, "don't think the footwear can handle it. Unless you plan on carrying me."
She holds her twinkling hand up against her cheek and tilts into it to playfully display the change he's made as his stare resettles. His tease lands true, because yes, things are infinitely duller in his absence, and she's preparing to say something not quite along those lines when he's suddenly hovering at the edge of their distance. Everything pulls back in and tangles up, breath hitching, but it's the curl of his words that find her instead of his mouth. "Alright," she manages to get past before the kiss sinks in.
Her hand slips from her own cheek to his, light against him, unable to resist the contact once it’s there. She leans in a hair before it all ends, chasing that hush he brings down over her world, where everything feels soft and right. When they pull away, she lingers for a moment, letting that last hint of him remain with her as long as she can. She even keeps her smile from coming in, like it might erase the echo of his touch on her lips. She slips her hand down, drawing it through the fold of his elbow, tugging herself into place alongside him. "Lead the way, honey," she murmurs. "No hiking though," she warns with a smirk, "don't think the footwear can handle it. Unless you plan on carrying me."
You knock me out kiss by kiss
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
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.
