Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson
Amusement rims every edge of her as Thorn laughs in turn, and she waves her hand loftily in his direction. "Come now, give yourself more credit than that. Sunjata can't be everyone's cup of tea. You've certainly charmed your regulars." Although Hotaru might be another risk entirely, but there's too much truth in that to laugh about it, so she keeps it to herself. Instead, she hums in thought at his question, not quite prepared with an itinerary, but no less thrilled that he seems game.
"Hmm, with the weather cooling down, somewhere warm." That means Halo is strictly out, and much as Torchline roasts them in the summer, it's coastline cools down too, not to mention they'd both visit there often enough to not quite count it as a trip of exploration. The Greatwood is an obvious choice, they might even make it before all the leaves fall, but she specifically wants somewhere new for the both of them. "What about the Hollowed Grounds?" The Ancients wouldn't let anyone freeze out there, and it had a beautiful array of building and wildlife alike. "I passed through there briefly to announce the rodeo, but didn't have time to stay. Other than that, I've never been. Seems interesting."
Such distant dreams quiet though as he begins to explain the mark she'd noticed, her rings sliding off and becoming arranged on the top of the stone slope. "Yeah," she affirms to his questions, meeting his gaze with all the expectancy of a juicy story. His initial hesitancy sounds like him just trying to decide how many details to spare her while still capturing the whole story, but his wild night lacks any of the thrill she wanted for him, and it hits close to home for her. Another affirmation of how brutal love is.
All her mirth vanishes in an instant, body stilling. The remaining cock rings slip free as gravity tugs them off her now drooping hand. She meets his gaze with a flash of steel in hers, everything that had been soft before now hardened, even her affection for this man, like she could cut the pain out of him with enough force of her protection now. If only that could be true for the both of them. "Gods Thorn, I had no idea," she mutters as she crosses past the shrine to his side, snaking an arm under his and around his back, squeezing into his side. "Tell me where he lives and I'll go carve him up for you right now. That could even be our trip. Revenge tour, only one ticket, reserved for the fucking idiot." All the vehemence is necessary, or so she had always found that truth for her sake. Without it, the grief of losing someone you still stupidly care about, the ache of missing what had once been bright and wonderful, the strain of hoping it would return, well it creeps in too surely. There's no worse thing than surviving all the destruction, just to find a traitorous love still remains for the monster that tore you apart.
"Hmm, with the weather cooling down, somewhere warm." That means Halo is strictly out, and much as Torchline roasts them in the summer, it's coastline cools down too, not to mention they'd both visit there often enough to not quite count it as a trip of exploration. The Greatwood is an obvious choice, they might even make it before all the leaves fall, but she specifically wants somewhere new for the both of them. "What about the Hollowed Grounds?" The Ancients wouldn't let anyone freeze out there, and it had a beautiful array of building and wildlife alike. "I passed through there briefly to announce the rodeo, but didn't have time to stay. Other than that, I've never been. Seems interesting."
Such distant dreams quiet though as he begins to explain the mark she'd noticed, her rings sliding off and becoming arranged on the top of the stone slope. "Yeah," she affirms to his questions, meeting his gaze with all the expectancy of a juicy story. His initial hesitancy sounds like him just trying to decide how many details to spare her while still capturing the whole story, but his wild night lacks any of the thrill she wanted for him, and it hits close to home for her. Another affirmation of how brutal love is.
All her mirth vanishes in an instant, body stilling. The remaining cock rings slip free as gravity tugs them off her now drooping hand. She meets his gaze with a flash of steel in hers, everything that had been soft before now hardened, even her affection for this man, like she could cut the pain out of him with enough force of her protection now. If only that could be true for the both of them. "Gods Thorn, I had no idea," she mutters as she crosses past the shrine to his side, snaking an arm under his and around his back, squeezing into his side. "Tell me where he lives and I'll go carve him up for you right now. That could even be our trip. Revenge tour, only one ticket, reserved for the fucking idiot." All the vehemence is necessary, or so she had always found that truth for her sake. Without it, the grief of losing someone you still stupidly care about, the ache of missing what had once been bright and wonderful, the strain of hoping it would return, well it creeps in too surely. There's no worse thing than surviving all the destruction, just to find a traitorous love still remains for the monster that tore you apart.
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.
