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
He threads their fingers together like it’s always been that way. Like it's nothing, and yet somehow, it’s everything. The contact is simple, steady, but it does a number on her all the same. A small reminder, that he's here, that there's something other than heat delirium or the ghosts of old mistakes where he stands. "I can hardly take full credit, or did you already forget all the work you put in too?" Not just in the desert either, but in all the ways he showed up to make it happen, all the while acting like it's just another day when anyone else wouldn't have done even half of it.
A low laugh slips out as her mouth curves into a grin. “If I’m not mistaken,” she drawls, “that sounds an awful lot like a threat, considerin’ none of those should be anywhere near my lawn unless someone left the gates unlatched.” It all twists into a smirk, never tiring of giving him hell for the horse shift, and the thorough delight it brings her. “Sounds like you just wanna show off some more. I’ll get a blue ribbon for your mane if that’ll help appease you.”
She tips her chin up toward the forest unfolding in gold and flame around them. “Thought we already were walkin’ through somewhere that ain’t hell." Her free hand gestures outward at the lantern-lit path, the flaming branches, the soft flickers of wandering light. "Look at this place.” Seemingly missing the idea that he means for there to be more places for them to wander than just these woods. Even here, it feels like they've just scratched the surface.
Her attention falls back to him with his loud exhale, delivering trouble with coiled suggestion and open invitation. She chuckles, bumping his shoulder with her hand like she might knock the smug out of him. “You’re impossible,” she mutters, utterly fond, and gives him a slow, sidelong glance. “I’ll only be ridin’ you one way tonight, sugar. So you best choose wisely if you’re offerin’.” The smirk blooming on her face drifts a little more wicked, a little more promising. It's too early yet to be done in by heels, but not by him. Dinner or detour suited her just fine, but if he got horse hair on her dress he owed her a new one.
A low laugh slips out as her mouth curves into a grin. “If I’m not mistaken,” she drawls, “that sounds an awful lot like a threat, considerin’ none of those should be anywhere near my lawn unless someone left the gates unlatched.” It all twists into a smirk, never tiring of giving him hell for the horse shift, and the thorough delight it brings her. “Sounds like you just wanna show off some more. I’ll get a blue ribbon for your mane if that’ll help appease you.”
She tips her chin up toward the forest unfolding in gold and flame around them. “Thought we already were walkin’ through somewhere that ain’t hell." Her free hand gestures outward at the lantern-lit path, the flaming branches, the soft flickers of wandering light. "Look at this place.” Seemingly missing the idea that he means for there to be more places for them to wander than just these woods. Even here, it feels like they've just scratched the surface.
Her attention falls back to him with his loud exhale, delivering trouble with coiled suggestion and open invitation. She chuckles, bumping his shoulder with her hand like she might knock the smug out of him. “You’re impossible,” she mutters, utterly fond, and gives him a slow, sidelong glance. “I’ll only be ridin’ you one way tonight, sugar. So you best choose wisely if you’re offerin’.” The smirk blooming on her face drifts a little more wicked, a little more promising. It's too early yet to be done in by heels, but not by him. Dinner or detour suited her just fine, but if he got horse hair on her dress he owed her a new one.
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.
