Colt
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
She might have said something about him not knowing how big her appetite could be if the meal's worth it, or just how heavy of a plate she could carry without risk of tipping it. She doesn't, though, because she understands that type of thinking. The kind that knows everyone's dealing with some sort of shit every day, so you don't want to be a reason that adds to it and makes it worse, and you sure as hell don't want anyone to think you can't handle it by asking for a hand. Of course, you don't blame anyone else when they need a hand, but you're never supposed to need one. You're the strong one.
She wants to tell him she'd like to get to know all the parts of him, especially the ones that are messy. It's the grumpy and the sharp and the tired days that make the ones full of laughter and laziness all the sweeter. It's the wild that makes life worth living, the tame is just the breathing room you get to take in-between.
She doesn't say any of it. Just lets the moment fade with nothing but the glances traded from the corners of their eyes and the smiles creeping in at the edges of their mouths. Because telling him any of that, over one time he didn't swing by? That's the kind of thing you say when you miss someone too much, and she's doing her best to make sure there's no type of too getting tacked onto him. As if too young, too charming, too handsome, too good, haven't already managed to slip by.
She tilts her head to set her hat against the brunt of the wind as they move. It lessens significantly once they get the first slope to their backs. The idea of a shield does not surprise her, since he'd once used his shadows as a barrier against her, each slip of darkness he commands as versatile as it is strong. "Mm, might work, might not. They don't think the same as the regular unicorns. Void really does something to the mind as much as the body. Seems they'll stop at nothing but destruction, whether us, or them." Most predators just need a little bit of a threat leveled against them and they turn tail. A meal isn't worth it if they'll die from the wound a few days later. Bluffing goes a long way in nature for that reason, but the void is anything but natural.
The risk of her humor breaking free rises when his does, and she has to look away when he peeks down, his expression alone enough to send her over. "Yeah, the second usually comes after the fi—" Abruptly she's pivoting in his grasp, step hitching on air as he tugs her in, and it's all she can do to keep up. She braces initially, fingers curling for purchase against his arms, afraid of falling. Everything softens beneath his devilish grin though, body coming alive like a tide to the pull of his voice. It's just long enough to turn surprise into giddy, and then his thievery lands with all the success of a crook finding an unlocked door. Her fingers slide from his arms to his jaw, holding him against her as she leans into the kiss, deepening it with all the ways she misses him but doesn't have the courage to say.
She might have gone limp and dragged them both to the ground before letting it break, if not for the shrill, unmistakable call of a unicorn carving up the hillside. Her grip sinks to the edge of his arm as she steps back and glances around him, still flushed from all the breath he pilfered. "There they are," she mutters, clocking them down an opposite slope, coming into view after passing an outcrop of stone. "Sorry sugar, gonna have to hold that thought," she sighs through her nose, as if finding their target has become the most inconvenient thing possible. Hoisting her bow around to the front she reaches back for an arrow. One eye closes as she nocks it, aiming for the chest of the thickest corrupted unicorn among the pair. “Ready?” Though it’s framed as a question, it’s more of a warning, because the next exhale looses her first arrow.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
She wants to tell him she'd like to get to know all the parts of him, especially the ones that are messy. It's the grumpy and the sharp and the tired days that make the ones full of laughter and laziness all the sweeter. It's the wild that makes life worth living, the tame is just the breathing room you get to take in-between.
She doesn't say any of it. Just lets the moment fade with nothing but the glances traded from the corners of their eyes and the smiles creeping in at the edges of their mouths. Because telling him any of that, over one time he didn't swing by? That's the kind of thing you say when you miss someone too much, and she's doing her best to make sure there's no type of too getting tacked onto him. As if too young, too charming, too handsome, too good, haven't already managed to slip by.
She tilts her head to set her hat against the brunt of the wind as they move. It lessens significantly once they get the first slope to their backs. The idea of a shield does not surprise her, since he'd once used his shadows as a barrier against her, each slip of darkness he commands as versatile as it is strong. "Mm, might work, might not. They don't think the same as the regular unicorns. Void really does something to the mind as much as the body. Seems they'll stop at nothing but destruction, whether us, or them." Most predators just need a little bit of a threat leveled against them and they turn tail. A meal isn't worth it if they'll die from the wound a few days later. Bluffing goes a long way in nature for that reason, but the void is anything but natural.
The risk of her humor breaking free rises when his does, and she has to look away when he peeks down, his expression alone enough to send her over. "Yeah, the second usually comes after the fi—" Abruptly she's pivoting in his grasp, step hitching on air as he tugs her in, and it's all she can do to keep up. She braces initially, fingers curling for purchase against his arms, afraid of falling. Everything softens beneath his devilish grin though, body coming alive like a tide to the pull of his voice. It's just long enough to turn surprise into giddy, and then his thievery lands with all the success of a crook finding an unlocked door. Her fingers slide from his arms to his jaw, holding him against her as she leans into the kiss, deepening it with all the ways she misses him but doesn't have the courage to say.
She might have gone limp and dragged them both to the ground before letting it break, if not for the shrill, unmistakable call of a unicorn carving up the hillside. Her grip sinks to the edge of his arm as she steps back and glances around him, still flushed from all the breath he pilfered. "There they are," she mutters, clocking them down an opposite slope, coming into view after passing an outcrop of stone. "Sorry sugar, gonna have to hold that thought," she sighs through her nose, as if finding their target has become the most inconvenient thing possible. Hoisting her bow around to the front she reaches back for an arrow. One eye closes as she nocks it, aiming for the chest of the thickest corrupted unicorn among the pair. “Ready?” Though it’s framed as a question, it’s more of a warning, because the next exhale looses her first arrow.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
The Pencil Sharpener | An earthen quiver that sharpens any arrow placed inside.
Let's make a little lemonade if lemons is all we got
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
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.
