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
It's no surprise to her that he's doing something to help one of his sisters, or that he's tussled with a snake strong enough to make armor from. While she's driving cattle and riding half wild things most days, he seems to be herding his siblings (as effective as rounding up any cat is) and wrestling with overgrown scales, if his last run in with a biiiiiig fish is any proof of routine. "Hope it was a pink snake," Colt smiles, the small impression she's had of Nova certainly proving to be a lasting one.
Admittedly it all fades though when she sees the bracelet in his hand, her focus narrowed to a pinpoint for a moment until a breath shakes it free. Just when she thinks she's regained her footing around him, he always manages to upend it all over again. He holds it like it weighs more than leather and sand, like the pass of his thumb is tracing all the places they’ve been. It gives her a flicker of faith that maybe some of the fondness she buried in that star is shared. "Yeah," she says quietly, "that turned into a bit of a cluster." Best not to drag up that particular shit show and to keep timeline wobbles out.
She smiles with something too full to keep it out of her eyes as she takes his wrist and the bracelet in hand. Her touch is featherlight as she fits the cord against his skin and spins it to pull the clasp to the top for easier maneuvering. Lining it up, she flicks her gaze back towards the blue of him as her fingers finish securing it with deft practice. "Why is everyone assuming I'm doing another rodeo?" she counters with an expression that attempts to look accusing, but only manages to look far too pleased with herself given he isn't the first or last person that'll be mentioning next year to her. Her attention drifts back to his wrist, twisting the band back around so now the sand-filled star and all its memories sit on top.
"I s'ppose if I did do another one, there'd have to be another buckle." That much, at least, is non-negotiable. As for the we of it, she doesn't miss the way he slides that in. It stirs something careful in her chest, a warmth that wants to reach further than it should. It's easier than it should be to picture him beside her a year from now, chasing down dreams once more. A slow grin curls one edge of her mouth, soft with caution. "Definitely no desert," she finishes, holding back the tease that they'll have to pick a different place for that date then. If there’s another grand adventure between them, they’ll have to find luck somewhere else, because as far as she’s concerned, the desert already gave her everything she needed.
Admittedly it all fades though when she sees the bracelet in his hand, her focus narrowed to a pinpoint for a moment until a breath shakes it free. Just when she thinks she's regained her footing around him, he always manages to upend it all over again. He holds it like it weighs more than leather and sand, like the pass of his thumb is tracing all the places they’ve been. It gives her a flicker of faith that maybe some of the fondness she buried in that star is shared. "Yeah," she says quietly, "that turned into a bit of a cluster." Best not to drag up that particular shit show and to keep timeline wobbles out.
She smiles with something too full to keep it out of her eyes as she takes his wrist and the bracelet in hand. Her touch is featherlight as she fits the cord against his skin and spins it to pull the clasp to the top for easier maneuvering. Lining it up, she flicks her gaze back towards the blue of him as her fingers finish securing it with deft practice. "Why is everyone assuming I'm doing another rodeo?" she counters with an expression that attempts to look accusing, but only manages to look far too pleased with herself given he isn't the first or last person that'll be mentioning next year to her. Her attention drifts back to his wrist, twisting the band back around so now the sand-filled star and all its memories sit on top.
"I s'ppose if I did do another one, there'd have to be another buckle." That much, at least, is non-negotiable. As for the we of it, she doesn't miss the way he slides that in. It stirs something careful in her chest, a warmth that wants to reach further than it should. It's easier than it should be to picture him beside her a year from now, chasing down dreams once more. A slow grin curls one edge of her mouth, soft with caution. "Definitely no desert," she finishes, holding back the tease that they'll have to pick a different place for that date then. If there’s another grand adventure between them, they’ll have to find luck somewhere else, because as far as she’s concerned, the desert already gave her everything she needed.
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.
