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
She's half expecting him to tug her back, another challenge to see how far her limits can flex, which never seems to be much at all when it comes to him. She makes a valiant stand once in a while, but always seems to do so in quicksand. His comment earns a knowing look from the corner of her gaze, a half smirk creeping in. All night, absolutely not, she'd never survive that long, or want to. For now though, seems apt to see just how long he they can last, especially after he went through all the trouble of planning something so nice, just to ruin it with twigs and dirt.
He finds his spot alongside her with the quiet practice of her shadow, though his presence is a great deal more noticeable, drifting against her with all the gravity that can move the sea. The fit of his fingers back into hers sparks a smile that breaks loose into a low laugh. "She deserves the luck," Colt admonishes, halfhearted at best, because while Nova had plenty of it with him looking after her, she'd need the kind she could have on her own too.
The weight of his look draws her eye, head inclining slightly, attention flicking down to the object he holds up. It's the last thing she expected to appear. Since he hadn't been wearing it she figured he left it home, put it in some drawer along with all his other assorted trinkets, or whatever manner he kept his room like. She hadn’t let herself hope he’d carry it, that he’d think it worth keeping close, but seeing it now sets something warm in her chest. She looks back at him, brighter than the amber light drifting all around, "you kept it." It's not a question, exactly—the proof of it is right there. Still, surprise has found a way in.
"Y'know," she says with a breathy laugh, "I never wanna do something like that again, but I'm real glad I did it with you." Maybe it'd been hell, but everything with him feels a little bit more survivable, even herself.
He finds his spot alongside her with the quiet practice of her shadow, though his presence is a great deal more noticeable, drifting against her with all the gravity that can move the sea. The fit of his fingers back into hers sparks a smile that breaks loose into a low laugh. "She deserves the luck," Colt admonishes, halfhearted at best, because while Nova had plenty of it with him looking after her, she'd need the kind she could have on her own too.
The weight of his look draws her eye, head inclining slightly, attention flicking down to the object he holds up. It's the last thing she expected to appear. Since he hadn't been wearing it she figured he left it home, put it in some drawer along with all his other assorted trinkets, or whatever manner he kept his room like. She hadn’t let herself hope he’d carry it, that he’d think it worth keeping close, but seeing it now sets something warm in her chest. She looks back at him, brighter than the amber light drifting all around, "you kept it." It's not a question, exactly—the proof of it is right there. Still, surprise has found a way in.
"Y'know," she says with a breathy laugh, "I never wanna do something like that again, but I'm real glad I did it with you." Maybe it'd been hell, but everything with him feels a little bit more survivable, even herself.
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.
