Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
She absolutely intends to discover if paint will stick to his shadows, driving her brush hurriedly for them before they have a chance to pull back, all their laziness a disguise she's seen worn before. They've gotta have some substance if they can move brambles and tear off panties, but admittedly they fade away as quickly as they appear, trained to his whim alone and dancing around like no darkness she's ever known before. He's always full of surprises that way.
When she glances back at him next, she attempts to keep the line of her lips behind the rise of her shoulder. She can't keep a straight face much longer, just like in poker, always her downfall. "Will a hose do?" she asks after a thoughtful pause, paintbrush still poised like a weapon in her hand. Shadow or skin is due to be marked today one way or another. "Might be able to find a pond if the help is real picky, because I'm certainly not willing to bother dear ol' Edith with a request for a shower. That's an invitation to be handed inside chores and I'm strictly on outside chores today."
She returns for another swipe against the worn wood. "Although, maybe the help will be charming enough that Edith will be too flustered to assign any more work." She shrugs, because she's not Edith.
When she glances back at him next, she attempts to keep the line of her lips behind the rise of her shoulder. She can't keep a straight face much longer, just like in poker, always her downfall. "Will a hose do?" she asks after a thoughtful pause, paintbrush still poised like a weapon in her hand. Shadow or skin is due to be marked today one way or another. "Might be able to find a pond if the help is real picky, because I'm certainly not willing to bother dear ol' Edith with a request for a shower. That's an invitation to be handed inside chores and I'm strictly on outside chores today."
She returns for another swipe against the worn wood. "Although, maybe the help will be charming enough that Edith will be too flustered to assign any more work." She shrugs, because she's not Edith.
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
