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
Oh, dancing on starlight and fighting with the moon, it all sounds like a terrible improvement over choking on dirt and pond water. "Sounds nice, actually," she admits quietly, gradually gentling to the image of him pillowed by the cosmos. She casts a glance towards the first stars breaking through the violet nightfall, distantly wondering what prying eyes might be tracking this ripple. It'll never be something she ever fully comes to understand, their experiences too different, better than what she had in some ways, worse in others. She can sit with it though, and that's not nothing.
A smile tilts in as a temporary response to him while she works through the terrible swallow of wine and all the lingering punctuation of it on her face. "Champagne next time," she recommends, snorting over the dry curl upon her tongue. "Whether we're celebrating or not." Honestly, every day above ground deserves its own sort of party.
It's no easy thing, watching his smile drop off, and it begs her to lean in further like he might need to whisper whatever is coming next. What does surprises her again—seems that might always be the case around him. She thought he might say something profound about the way the world works, and maybe amid the political disapproval there is some of that. Still, her disbelief flutters across her with a faint laugh, especially as he ends on a verbal shrug.
"In my experience, power doesn't tend to make anyone better," she says simply, slouching further against the rail. "Just makes whoever they are amplified." Good or bad, understanding or stubborn, forgiving or vengeful, they're all that and more even when they're empty handed and untouched by a god. "They're still people, and that's always a damn mess."
Her gaze glints over him though, smile rich with wonder. Every time she gets a chance to know more of him, it only makes him that much harder to read right. She doesn't fault his annoyance for the shortcomings of his peers, because arguably they should be better. She imagines he had to bear witness to numerous failures while the Family's claws curled in tighter. Maybe she's just become too jaded to expect anything better from anyone, has just settled on asking it of horses and dogs instead of men and gods. Maybe that in itself is a problem.
She exhales steadily, blowing away this weight. "I do know I'm gonna start measuring your cookin' skills soon if we don't eat before every last bit of light is gone." Say what you want about her meals, but she'd have fed herself long ago by now.
A smile tilts in as a temporary response to him while she works through the terrible swallow of wine and all the lingering punctuation of it on her face. "Champagne next time," she recommends, snorting over the dry curl upon her tongue. "Whether we're celebrating or not." Honestly, every day above ground deserves its own sort of party.
It's no easy thing, watching his smile drop off, and it begs her to lean in further like he might need to whisper whatever is coming next. What does surprises her again—seems that might always be the case around him. She thought he might say something profound about the way the world works, and maybe amid the political disapproval there is some of that. Still, her disbelief flutters across her with a faint laugh, especially as he ends on a verbal shrug.
"In my experience, power doesn't tend to make anyone better," she says simply, slouching further against the rail. "Just makes whoever they are amplified." Good or bad, understanding or stubborn, forgiving or vengeful, they're all that and more even when they're empty handed and untouched by a god. "They're still people, and that's always a damn mess."
Her gaze glints over him though, smile rich with wonder. Every time she gets a chance to know more of him, it only makes him that much harder to read right. She doesn't fault his annoyance for the shortcomings of his peers, because arguably they should be better. She imagines he had to bear witness to numerous failures while the Family's claws curled in tighter. Maybe she's just become too jaded to expect anything better from anyone, has just settled on asking it of horses and dogs instead of men and gods. Maybe that in itself is a problem.
She exhales steadily, blowing away this weight. "I do know I'm gonna start measuring your cookin' skills soon if we don't eat before every last bit of light is gone." Say what you want about her meals, but she'd have fed herself long ago by now.
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.
