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
Although his ire is apparent, it's not the sort that rises up sudden and directionless, so she does not balk at it. She studies it a little, because it's one of the few times she's seen him without his careful control, which is reason enough to pay attention. Vesper wouldn't let that slip without cause, and since his sisters aren't around to stir it up, this is coming straight from him, so she lets it breathe.
Not when folks like me had no choice about bein’ born into it.
Maybe for the first time, even after talks of channeling him and starlit nurseries, she sees him not just as Vesper, but Vesper the demi-god. Not just son of Safrin, but someone bearing more expectations than she could count on his shoulders, some of the heaviest of which he put there. Her head tilts to the side, gaze struggling to keep him through the damn dark, but her smile grows steady all the same. It's small and simple, but certain with all the fondness it carries. "You're at risk of being too good again, Ves," she warns kindly.
Although she's tempted to see what's on the other side of this storm of him, dinner is calling, and they've got all night to wonder about how the world should work.
She leans back with a sudden, crisp laugh as the tongs grab for her space. A dog or two barks in response, which sets the pack of them on foot and alert. Some of the clueless ones that don't want to miss out on the action start barking too, although they don't know why, and suddenly the pack is off racing down the road, yelling about nothing and everything at once. She shakes her head and gives a long sigh, the only explanation she has.
"Inside," she confirms as she gathers the glasses and the wine. "Unless you wanna balance those plates on your knees while fighting with a swing that doesn't like to hold still?" Which, she'd be happy to witness him attempt. She slips inside ahead of him, depositing the wine glasses and the bottle before making herself another decent drink. She pours the brownies into a tray and slides that into the oven, then gathers up the silverware for the table.
Not when folks like me had no choice about bein’ born into it.
Maybe for the first time, even after talks of channeling him and starlit nurseries, she sees him not just as Vesper, but Vesper the demi-god. Not just son of Safrin, but someone bearing more expectations than she could count on his shoulders, some of the heaviest of which he put there. Her head tilts to the side, gaze struggling to keep him through the damn dark, but her smile grows steady all the same. It's small and simple, but certain with all the fondness it carries. "You're at risk of being too good again, Ves," she warns kindly.
Although she's tempted to see what's on the other side of this storm of him, dinner is calling, and they've got all night to wonder about how the world should work.
She leans back with a sudden, crisp laugh as the tongs grab for her space. A dog or two barks in response, which sets the pack of them on foot and alert. Some of the clueless ones that don't want to miss out on the action start barking too, although they don't know why, and suddenly the pack is off racing down the road, yelling about nothing and everything at once. She shakes her head and gives a long sigh, the only explanation she has.
"Inside," she confirms as she gathers the glasses and the wine. "Unless you wanna balance those plates on your knees while fighting with a swing that doesn't like to hold still?" Which, she'd be happy to witness him attempt. She slips inside ahead of him, depositing the wine glasses and the bottle before making herself another decent drink. She pours the brownies into a tray and slides that into the oven, then gathers up the silverware for the table.
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.
