Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
His reassurance of his intent and the mutual humor to the idea of something more hands on eases the rigidity that'd set into her shoulders. Glad to know they stand on similar footing in that regard, not that she isn't sure he could be positively professional about it all, but there are some things you can't unsee, and some things friends should not see. She needed him as a friend far more than she needed her curiosity slackened.
She muses for a moment at his response, feeling similar to her own, but lesser for his lack of sharing in what she'd been given. Vesper had acted like the dazzling nature of it all should have been mundane, as if there's more out there yet to steal her breath, the least of which can be offered by a hand wreathed in shadow. She'd shaken it off in the moment, persisted in her belief that he'd shared something actually wonderful, but now hearing Thorn say he wanders the world in the changing walls of the midnight house, she wonders if Vesper had been right after all. "We have to get out more," she tells him with no room for disagreement as she glances over at him around the stone edges. They'd both found their place here, and the world did not need to be large to be worthwhile, but surely they could do more than this. "C'mon, make Sunjata pull his weight, you and I should go on a trip. See something even better than dead leaves." She smiles, like that alone could seal the promise.
"Anyway, I've given up moving on from him. I figure might as well enjoy it while it lasts, however long that is. Like a favorite meal that you eat enough and eventually get sick of." It's unclear if she intends to be the one who gets tired of him, or if she assumes it'll be the other way around, but any other idea that it could be something otherwise is one she still staunchly refuses to entertain. This, despite the fact she wakes up with a smile, thoughts of him flitting in on the heels of her dispersing dreams, where assuredly he had starred there too if she could remember any of them. His nightly visits have remained steadfast, as sure as the stars, but the morning ones, those are new.
Her hand drifts absently over the box of goodies as she glances back at Thorn, the lean of him along the shrine, framed by an assortment of sex toys, is rather fitting. She grins back, about to toss out some tease, but her eye catches on the line of his chest. Come to think of it, he's normally decked out in some sheer cloth, just obscure enough that she realized she's never seen his chest on display as one might expect. "You get that from a wild night?" she nods to his mark as she stands up, cock rings on her fingers like jewelry that she flaunts at him in jest while she sorts for a place to put them for Frey.
She muses for a moment at his response, feeling similar to her own, but lesser for his lack of sharing in what she'd been given. Vesper had acted like the dazzling nature of it all should have been mundane, as if there's more out there yet to steal her breath, the least of which can be offered by a hand wreathed in shadow. She'd shaken it off in the moment, persisted in her belief that he'd shared something actually wonderful, but now hearing Thorn say he wanders the world in the changing walls of the midnight house, she wonders if Vesper had been right after all. "We have to get out more," she tells him with no room for disagreement as she glances over at him around the stone edges. They'd both found their place here, and the world did not need to be large to be worthwhile, but surely they could do more than this. "C'mon, make Sunjata pull his weight, you and I should go on a trip. See something even better than dead leaves." She smiles, like that alone could seal the promise.
"Anyway, I've given up moving on from him. I figure might as well enjoy it while it lasts, however long that is. Like a favorite meal that you eat enough and eventually get sick of." It's unclear if she intends to be the one who gets tired of him, or if she assumes it'll be the other way around, but any other idea that it could be something otherwise is one she still staunchly refuses to entertain. This, despite the fact she wakes up with a smile, thoughts of him flitting in on the heels of her dispersing dreams, where assuredly he had starred there too if she could remember any of them. His nightly visits have remained steadfast, as sure as the stars, but the morning ones, those are new.
Her hand drifts absently over the box of goodies as she glances back at Thorn, the lean of him along the shrine, framed by an assortment of sex toys, is rather fitting. She grins back, about to toss out some tease, but her eye catches on the line of his chest. Come to think of it, he's normally decked out in some sheer cloth, just obscure enough that she realized she's never seen his chest on display as one might expect. "You get that from a wild night?" she nods to his mark as she stands up, cock rings on her fingers like jewelry that she flaunts at him in jest while she sorts for a place to put them for Frey.
Colt
The grip you got on me is really quite impressive
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.
