COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
The flush of heat is no stranger to her at the sight of the man that appears with windchime call and dance of flame. It's barely able to compete with the curl of amusement that slicks over it at the sight of him lounging and feasting, more feral than his usual. That flicker of knowledge isn't enough to shatter the image of Vesper proffering bread to Smooches a la Lady and the Tramp, the sight of which causes a laugh to burst free from her.
The humor subsides though as the dog scampers off, and all she's left with is the flush that creeps up unrestrained beneath the praise and invitation. "Jus' tired of losing out to things stronger than me," she admits with a huff. Lingering just for a breath, she relents, giving in to the buttered pull of Vrey. She stretches out before them, a near mirror, breath catching faintly as her gaze pours over slopes of them. It's when her attention lifts to the slightly off blue of them that she's reminded in full that this isn't Vesper. A strange thing, to find the presence of a god easier to manage than that of a man. One man, anyway.
She tips an ear to the whisper of Fresper's requirements, mentally keeping the list of them. "Thank you, Frey, I won't disappoint you."
As wonderful as it feels to remain in the grass with this easy version of Vesper, there's work to be done, and this isn't real. With a long exhale she rises to gather horse and hound and depart.
[FIN]
The humor subsides though as the dog scampers off, and all she's left with is the flush that creeps up unrestrained beneath the praise and invitation. "Jus' tired of losing out to things stronger than me," she admits with a huff. Lingering just for a breath, she relents, giving in to the buttered pull of Vrey. She stretches out before them, a near mirror, breath catching faintly as her gaze pours over slopes of them. It's when her attention lifts to the slightly off blue of them that she's reminded in full that this isn't Vesper. A strange thing, to find the presence of a god easier to manage than that of a man. One man, anyway.
She tips an ear to the whisper of Fresper's requirements, mentally keeping the list of them. "Thank you, Frey, I won't disappoint you."
As wonderful as it feels to remain in the grass with this easy version of Vesper, there's work to be done, and this isn't real. With a long exhale she rises to gather horse and hound and depart.
[FIN]
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
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.
