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
The click of her heels stops as she halts, the shape of him obstructing her, and hasn't that been the case for a while now in some form or another. He manages to make everything look easy, even his restraint. It's there in the way he holds himself, the coiled grace that never seems to leave, the lean of all his edges that find comfort regardless of the setting. Meanwhile for her, there’s something about looking at him that always feels like missing the last step on a staircase—that sudden drop in her chest, a jolt of thrill she still doesn’t know how to brace for.
This isn’t like the quiet glances she steals when he isn’t looking, or the ones that blend harmless among the day’s work when they’re shoulder to shoulder. This is open admiration, laid bare under lanternlight, taking him in without apology. The glow of it catches on that slow, dangerous grin, of his, and for a heartbeat she marvels that a man built of dusk and moonlight can set her alight so effortlessly. Heat creeps up her neck before she can wrestle it down, catching under her ribs like a lungful of summer smoke. The way he looks at her—steady, hungry, as though she’s something worth savoring—near pulls the whole damn staircase out from under her.
She doesn’t let the match-strike he drags across her yield distance. Instead, she leans into the heat he conjures, answering that wicked grin with one of her own. She steps in closer, so their words can hang between just them and the lanternlight. "Good thing we know you can make it through hell then," she says sweetly as she drags her finger and thumb along the bottom of his jaw, holding his chin for a second. "Having dessert so early will just spoil your appetite for the whole night."
Gods, it takes effort, more than she’d ever admit, to let go of his jaw. She can feel the pull of him like a warm fire on a cold night, and if she's ever wondered how moths can be so foolish as to fly right into the flame, she's got a better idea now. She manages to gather a breath though and tugs on his arm instead as she takes a step back towards the path. If she doesn’t, she knows damn well they'll never make it out of these woods.
This isn’t like the quiet glances she steals when he isn’t looking, or the ones that blend harmless among the day’s work when they’re shoulder to shoulder. This is open admiration, laid bare under lanternlight, taking him in without apology. The glow of it catches on that slow, dangerous grin, of his, and for a heartbeat she marvels that a man built of dusk and moonlight can set her alight so effortlessly. Heat creeps up her neck before she can wrestle it down, catching under her ribs like a lungful of summer smoke. The way he looks at her—steady, hungry, as though she’s something worth savoring—near pulls the whole damn staircase out from under her.
She doesn’t let the match-strike he drags across her yield distance. Instead, she leans into the heat he conjures, answering that wicked grin with one of her own. She steps in closer, so their words can hang between just them and the lanternlight. "Good thing we know you can make it through hell then," she says sweetly as she drags her finger and thumb along the bottom of his jaw, holding his chin for a second. "Having dessert so early will just spoil your appetite for the whole night."
Gods, it takes effort, more than she’d ever admit, to let go of his jaw. She can feel the pull of him like a warm fire on a cold night, and if she's ever wondered how moths can be so foolish as to fly right into the flame, she's got a better idea now. She manages to gather a breath though and tugs on his arm instead as she takes a step back towards the path. If she doesn’t, she knows damn well they'll never make it out of these woods.
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.
