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'd weather any number of storms with him, but that one, the one that gathers in his eyes when they linger too close for too long, that one will wreck her. The only choice is to try and outrun it, otherwise she'll be no stronger than a haystack in a hurricane.
Fortunately, the Vesper cell doesn't break, yet. It gives her the time to pace him, guided by the dots of amber light and his steady routing amid the forest's marvelous display, now dimmed beneath the drift of darkness. She slows at the start of the observatory, catching sight of the tilted notice. Her brows tuck in for a moment, about to tell him they’d better not intrude on whatever private thing’s going on, until the door creaks open. He doesn’t say a damn thing, just gestures her in with that maddening, knowing patience.
It lands then. This is the event.
Her bemused expression lingers on him as long as she can manage while she starts to climb the stairs, the smile that settles growing steadier with each step. Though his voice remains soft along the curving ascent, it echoes along the path with all the same vibrating bounce that she's familiar with, no different from the way it always reverberates through her. At the top landing, she treads slow, heels hushed against the floor like even they don’t want to interrupt the moment. Her breath catches as she takes it all in—the candlelit glow, the silver glint of wine glasses, the blankets arranged like a bed of dreams. Above it all, the stars are scattered like the best kind of company in the open dome of sky.
Something in her swells too fast and too powerful, and she braces a hand out against the nearest wall to avoid being swept away by it completely. It rises, burns into the corners of her eyes, aches through her ribs. She hangs her head for a moment, like she's waiting for it to pass, like she can still hide that it's there. “Ves…” Her voice is raw with strain, soft as breath drawn too deep. It’s all she can manage at first. It’s not just the wine, or the blankets, or the way the candles flicker like they’re trying to outshine the stars. It’s him. It’s the care threaded through every inch of it. This isn’t just sweet—it’s thoughtful in a way she's never known, not even in her wishes. It's full of such tenderness she isn't sure she can accept it, the same way hurt skin flinches from touch.
Her head shakes faintly, and she tries again—turning to him like she’s been spun, slow and full of stunned weight. Her eyes shine with the tears she can't blink away, expression slack with disbelief and wonder. “What’ve you gone and done?” There’s a quiet laugh in it, reduced by the way her throat’s tightened, and a smile that grows crooked with the weight of being disarmed. It’s the stunned, uneven hum of something breaking open inside her. Whatever wild thing is set free in her chest right now, she doesn’t have a name for it, but it’s loud, and it’s his fault.
Fortunately, the Vesper cell doesn't break, yet. It gives her the time to pace him, guided by the dots of amber light and his steady routing amid the forest's marvelous display, now dimmed beneath the drift of darkness. She slows at the start of the observatory, catching sight of the tilted notice. Her brows tuck in for a moment, about to tell him they’d better not intrude on whatever private thing’s going on, until the door creaks open. He doesn’t say a damn thing, just gestures her in with that maddening, knowing patience.
It lands then. This is the event.
Her bemused expression lingers on him as long as she can manage while she starts to climb the stairs, the smile that settles growing steadier with each step. Though his voice remains soft along the curving ascent, it echoes along the path with all the same vibrating bounce that she's familiar with, no different from the way it always reverberates through her. At the top landing, she treads slow, heels hushed against the floor like even they don’t want to interrupt the moment. Her breath catches as she takes it all in—the candlelit glow, the silver glint of wine glasses, the blankets arranged like a bed of dreams. Above it all, the stars are scattered like the best kind of company in the open dome of sky.
Something in her swells too fast and too powerful, and she braces a hand out against the nearest wall to avoid being swept away by it completely. It rises, burns into the corners of her eyes, aches through her ribs. She hangs her head for a moment, like she's waiting for it to pass, like she can still hide that it's there. “Ves…” Her voice is raw with strain, soft as breath drawn too deep. It’s all she can manage at first. It’s not just the wine, or the blankets, or the way the candles flicker like they’re trying to outshine the stars. It’s him. It’s the care threaded through every inch of it. This isn’t just sweet—it’s thoughtful in a way she's never known, not even in her wishes. It's full of such tenderness she isn't sure she can accept it, the same way hurt skin flinches from touch.
Her head shakes faintly, and she tries again—turning to him like she’s been spun, slow and full of stunned weight. Her eyes shine with the tears she can't blink away, expression slack with disbelief and wonder. “What’ve you gone and done?” There’s a quiet laugh in it, reduced by the way her throat’s tightened, and a smile that grows crooked with the weight of being disarmed. It’s the stunned, uneven hum of something breaking open inside her. Whatever wild thing is set free in her chest right now, she doesn’t have a name for it, but it’s loud, and it’s his fault.
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.
