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
The crinkle of the cracker sleeve stills suddenly. Her gaze slides out from under it, slow as molasses drips, settling onto him with the acute awareness that if she looks too long, she'll be surrendering more than just the picnic basket. She chews slow, gaze narrowing slightly, an assessment of just how much she wants to rise to the challenge he laid out, or grant them each a victory and let him win. The candlelight still coats the ridges of him in something warm, at odds with the sterling shine that glints down from above, catching in the chaos of his hair. She enjoys the mess of it, that she had a hand in its creation.
"You think that's all it'll take?" she asks with a scoff, the answer already written in every shiver his fingers leave behind. Each brush of his fingers is one more reason to give in, and she just might have... if not for the curious twitch of his amusement stretching out longer and longer. She sets the crackers down at her side, her own smile replacing the thin determination. "What?" she asks, wanting to be let in on whatever little joke or happy thought has got his lips curling. It's then that she notices it, a slip of the basket and its weight, the faintest bit of movement in her periphery. She glances over her shoulder just in time to catch one of his dark tendrils red-handed. False outrage comes as a gasp and she reaches for one of the vanishing cheeses, a laugh breaking free around all the weak walls of her feigned dismay. "You absolute cheater!"
It doesn't take long for her to resign to her defeat, tricked by the damn wolf in sheep's clothing. She swings the basket around and puts it back between the two of them, lid tipped open for easy access. "Alright," she says with a huff, "you win, this time." The promise of a next time lingers like something sweet, and the weight of it doesn't even register to her now. Not as she's claiming some fruit in one hand and setting her other to skim against his shoulder, like this is how every night is supposed to go.
"You think that's all it'll take?" she asks with a scoff, the answer already written in every shiver his fingers leave behind. Each brush of his fingers is one more reason to give in, and she just might have... if not for the curious twitch of his amusement stretching out longer and longer. She sets the crackers down at her side, her own smile replacing the thin determination. "What?" she asks, wanting to be let in on whatever little joke or happy thought has got his lips curling. It's then that she notices it, a slip of the basket and its weight, the faintest bit of movement in her periphery. She glances over her shoulder just in time to catch one of his dark tendrils red-handed. False outrage comes as a gasp and she reaches for one of the vanishing cheeses, a laugh breaking free around all the weak walls of her feigned dismay. "You absolute cheater!"
It doesn't take long for her to resign to her defeat, tricked by the damn wolf in sheep's clothing. She swings the basket around and puts it back between the two of them, lid tipped open for easy access. "Alright," she says with a huff, "you win, this time." The promise of a next time lingers like something sweet, and the weight of it doesn't even register to her now. Not as she's claiming some fruit in one hand and setting her other to skim against his shoulder, like this is how every night is supposed to go.
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.
