just because the fog is there
The dogs get the first of his attention, not her, but it’s not the deliberate slight it might look like. With his hands unburdened, he drops them easily to muss over heads and ears, his touch light but affectionate, like he’s acknowledging them as part of her chorus rather than trying to silence it. They won’t listen to him anyway, not when their loyalty’s so knotted around Colt, and he’s never tried to match the particular sharp pitch of her voice when she calls them off. He lets them nose at the packages, shadows coiling tighter around what they carry, before he straightens again, breath leaving him in a quiet huff of amusement at her laughter.
She opens the door wide and he steps into the threshold without hesitation, shadows trailing obediently after. He doesn’t look at the house the way a guest might, cataloguing details, filing away observations. He already knows more of her than any number of paintings or mounted horns could say. But what catches him, what makes his gaze sharpen, is the way she stands in the middle of it all. Colt inside her own walls. Colt in bare feet, apron dusted from cooking, her hair tugged loose in its braid. He can hear the static of her mind as always, full of restless turns and second-guesses, but there’s something about seeing her here, shaped by the rooms she’s shaped in return, that settles more heavily in his chest than any thought could.
"I brought dinner," he says at last, voice coloured by the chuckle that still lingers at the edge of his mouth. His glance slides past her shoulder to the kitchen, then back again, where her hand still hovers in offering. His shadows glide past him like a procession, setting their burdens neatly against the island. Only then does he tilt his head, flicking a look over his shoulder toward the dogs pressed close at the door. Brows lift, dry humour curling into his words. "Though if they’re any indication, there won’t be leftovers for you to worry about, even if I did bring too much."
She opens the door wide and he steps into the threshold without hesitation, shadows trailing obediently after. He doesn’t look at the house the way a guest might, cataloguing details, filing away observations. He already knows more of her than any number of paintings or mounted horns could say. But what catches him, what makes his gaze sharpen, is the way she stands in the middle of it all. Colt inside her own walls. Colt in bare feet, apron dusted from cooking, her hair tugged loose in its braid. He can hear the static of her mind as always, full of restless turns and second-guesses, but there’s something about seeing her here, shaped by the rooms she’s shaped in return, that settles more heavily in his chest than any thought could.
"I brought dinner," he says at last, voice coloured by the chuckle that still lingers at the edge of his mouth. His glance slides past her shoulder to the kitchen, then back again, where her hand still hovers in offering. His shadows glide past him like a procession, setting their burdens neatly against the island. Only then does he tilt his head, flicking a look over his shoulder toward the dogs pressed close at the door. Brows lift, dry humour curling into his words. "Though if they’re any indication, there won’t be leftovers for you to worry about, even if I did bring too much."
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
