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
The offer he gives her is like the twin of one she didn't put to voice the first time they'd met. She recognizes it as soon as he says it, and it feels like standing back on that meadow with him, dusk at their backs and nothing but some idle curiosity between the two of them. Strange to think he'd come to mean so much to her, all of it starting because he wandered in the right field at the right time on the right night. What if she'd just asked him then?
She won't ever get to know that, but she grabs hold of the opportunity now. "Just tell me when and where and I'll be there, honey." She says it easily, because she's already up part of the night with him anyway, might as well make it count. "I'm only accepting blame for half of those unicorns by the way," she warns him with a raised finger, her hand lifting up from its hang on her pocket. "The other ones you chased around all on your own." There's no heart to the words, a tease wreathed with a smile, one that breaks into a laugh over Nova wriggling free of her binds.
"Mmm, they seemed happy enough with the boys," she counters, but his meaning sticks. He doesn't stifle them, but he keeps a mindful watch, so he must have been out of it to leave them with a known birthday ruiner. What little she saw throughout the night seemed like they were fine enough, but she doesn't miss the way the dragoons rankle him more than the giant toad had, both of which had access to at least one of his siblings. Given how easily Nova had handled the toad, perhaps that's the correct order of concern.
The steady wash of amusement falls away with the shake of his head. His words do more than land, they echo into all the spaces she'd tried to sweep him out of, scattering all the gathered piles back into the crevices. He may as well have held a dandelion to her ear right before answering. She pulls her hand from the corner of her pocket again, but now she reaches out to gather up his knit sweater and tugs. "You found me, Ves" she says as she yanks him to her, head tilting up a bit to keep her eyes fixed on him, a tiptoe away from his lips. Maybe she could settle for medium.
She won't ever get to know that, but she grabs hold of the opportunity now. "Just tell me when and where and I'll be there, honey." She says it easily, because she's already up part of the night with him anyway, might as well make it count. "I'm only accepting blame for half of those unicorns by the way," she warns him with a raised finger, her hand lifting up from its hang on her pocket. "The other ones you chased around all on your own." There's no heart to the words, a tease wreathed with a smile, one that breaks into a laugh over Nova wriggling free of her binds.
"Mmm, they seemed happy enough with the boys," she counters, but his meaning sticks. He doesn't stifle them, but he keeps a mindful watch, so he must have been out of it to leave them with a known birthday ruiner. What little she saw throughout the night seemed like they were fine enough, but she doesn't miss the way the dragoons rankle him more than the giant toad had, both of which had access to at least one of his siblings. Given how easily Nova had handled the toad, perhaps that's the correct order of concern.
The steady wash of amusement falls away with the shake of his head. His words do more than land, they echo into all the spaces she'd tried to sweep him out of, scattering all the gathered piles back into the crevices. He may as well have held a dandelion to her ear right before answering. She pulls her hand from the corner of her pocket again, but now she reaches out to gather up his knit sweater and tugs. "You found me, Ves" she says as she yanks him to her, head tilting up a bit to keep her eyes fixed on him, a tiptoe away from his lips. Maybe she could settle for medium.
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.
