COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
A grin spreads like wildfire on her face, one admonishing cluck of her tongue given. "Careful, you test my hospitality and I won't be able to resist delivering." A pointless threat, she knows all too well, but this time she means not to rush their evening and she'll put the weight of that responsibility in his hands. He's the one proven capable of restraint after all, so it's safest there. Her gaze does trail off him with reluctance though, like she's second guessing the whole concept of patience.
She manages to make it back into the kitchen, swiping up the wine with a raised 'brow. "This?" she asks, tilting it carefully, "or do you have a different preference for poison?" The wine gets set on the counter as she reaches up to her stocked liquor cabinet. "Just don't ask for anything complicated, only one of us is a bartender," she reminds him with a glance, because despite her stocked shelves, most of this gathers more dust than use. Seeming to catch herself, her hand falls from the cabinet door to the counter. "Or did you mean something like, water?" She tries to keep the disapproval from her voice, aware she might have jumped to her preferences over his own, and water is certainly fine.
She manages to make it back into the kitchen, swiping up the wine with a raised 'brow. "This?" she asks, tilting it carefully, "or do you have a different preference for poison?" The wine gets set on the counter as she reaches up to her stocked liquor cabinet. "Just don't ask for anything complicated, only one of us is a bartender," she reminds him with a glance, because despite her stocked shelves, most of this gathers more dust than use. Seeming to catch herself, her hand falls from the cabinet door to the counter. "Or did you mean something like, water?" She tries to keep the disapproval from her voice, aware she might have jumped to her preferences over his own, and water is certainly fine.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
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.
