COLT
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
There's a rise to her 'brows when he declines to lead, and she's almost not sure if she's missed a joke or not. "Well, because you're the one that knows where the hell we're goin', or so I thought." If he wants it to be the blind leading the blind they can stumble around these pretty woods all night. She certainly appreciates the notion, but there's times to lead and times to be led for anyone, including her, and she sure is hoping one of them takes up the mantle once they hit the dance floor otherwise they'll both be foolish.
The kiss to her knuckles stirs butterflies in her stomach, a sensation she tries to keep under control, but it still leaks out in the soft line of her mouth. The way he laces their fingers together after, setting her at his side, begs her to wonder how she ever thought this man might taunt her with devotion. The low reminder he provides summons a familiar warmth through her, the sort only he can deliver, with all the coals of it soaked in trust and salt. "You're mad if you think I'd get on a horse wearing this," she laughs, fingers tightening against his for a moment. She could, but she absolutely would not. She's no intention of picking horse hair out of this fabric, and she means to keep everything velvet tonight.
She marvels at the show that carries on around them as they walk, tilting her head up, gaze trailing over shifting leaves. Summer’s easy green has given way to wild, flaming reds and soft, gold-washed edges across the Greatwood, making every branch look as if it’s been set alight—bold and blazing, a torch heralding the season’s turn. The air itself carries the faint tang of leaf litter gathering, a promise of colder nights still waiting on the horizon, a pleasant calm as everything that had been busy through spring and summer finally comes to rest. Lanterns bob along the path, catching the breeze and scattering their amber glow over each step. It softens the deeper shadows, painting the fading greens with honey-light until they nearly glow. Here and there, will-o’-wisps spark and wander, drifting like lazy stars that can’t quite find their way back into the net of dusk above.
There’s a touch of magic in it all, something that wanders too lovely against all the rough edges of her, a warmth trying to melt them into something smooth again. No matter how jagged life gets, the splendor of the world always calls to her, steady as a river cutting through stone. Sharing it with him makes it feel deeper, clearer, sharper—something coming into focus through the water that she didn't realize had grown blurry with silt. After so many wildfire moments over the years, the sort that burn clean through and leave her hollow and ashen, she's trying to remember how to keep something banked low, fed with the embers of moments instead of the blaze of a night, how to build affection instead of ruin.
The lean of him stutters her step, gaze flicking to him in silent question, though the slide of his voice catching her right in the chest provides the answer. The faintest blush creeps in, never one to take direct compliments too well, always a spotlight that feels too bright. There's no denying the way she shines a bit more for it though, a contented grin catching up to her slow, surprised smile. "I was starting to wonder..." she teases, though it comes out softer than she means with the satisfaction still wrapped around her. "Thought maybe I failed," she mutters slyly, cutting him a sidelong glance. "Figured I had enough night left to change your mind, but sounds like I'm passing after all."
The kiss to her knuckles stirs butterflies in her stomach, a sensation she tries to keep under control, but it still leaks out in the soft line of her mouth. The way he laces their fingers together after, setting her at his side, begs her to wonder how she ever thought this man might taunt her with devotion. The low reminder he provides summons a familiar warmth through her, the sort only he can deliver, with all the coals of it soaked in trust and salt. "You're mad if you think I'd get on a horse wearing this," she laughs, fingers tightening against his for a moment. She could, but she absolutely would not. She's no intention of picking horse hair out of this fabric, and she means to keep everything velvet tonight.
She marvels at the show that carries on around them as they walk, tilting her head up, gaze trailing over shifting leaves. Summer’s easy green has given way to wild, flaming reds and soft, gold-washed edges across the Greatwood, making every branch look as if it’s been set alight—bold and blazing, a torch heralding the season’s turn. The air itself carries the faint tang of leaf litter gathering, a promise of colder nights still waiting on the horizon, a pleasant calm as everything that had been busy through spring and summer finally comes to rest. Lanterns bob along the path, catching the breeze and scattering their amber glow over each step. It softens the deeper shadows, painting the fading greens with honey-light until they nearly glow. Here and there, will-o’-wisps spark and wander, drifting like lazy stars that can’t quite find their way back into the net of dusk above.
There’s a touch of magic in it all, something that wanders too lovely against all the rough edges of her, a warmth trying to melt them into something smooth again. No matter how jagged life gets, the splendor of the world always calls to her, steady as a river cutting through stone. Sharing it with him makes it feel deeper, clearer, sharper—something coming into focus through the water that she didn't realize had grown blurry with silt. After so many wildfire moments over the years, the sort that burn clean through and leave her hollow and ashen, she's trying to remember how to keep something banked low, fed with the embers of moments instead of the blaze of a night, how to build affection instead of ruin.
The lean of him stutters her step, gaze flicking to him in silent question, though the slide of his voice catching her right in the chest provides the answer. The faintest blush creeps in, never one to take direct compliments too well, always a spotlight that feels too bright. There's no denying the way she shines a bit more for it though, a contented grin catching up to her slow, surprised smile. "I was starting to wonder..." she teases, though it comes out softer than she means with the satisfaction still wrapped around her. "Thought maybe I failed," she mutters slyly, cutting him a sidelong glance. "Figured I had enough night left to change your mind, but sounds like I'm passing after all."
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.
