COLT
We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
She starts a bit at his throat clear, too absorbed in tracing the hull of the ship and the network of her own decision to pay his approach any mind. It's the sort of startle that ripples through you and then is gone just as quick, the mind catching up on the so called threat, but not before the body has a chance to react.
Her attention swings from one sea to another, peering down (a rare feat in his company) at the source of her uncertainty, which is startling for an entirely different reason. Though the sight of his smirk normally manages to equally undo her and comfort her, this time it catches her, and as if red-handed, she chuckles nervously in response to his jest and drops the package in one hand to the other side of the horse, out of sight of him. She'd never intended to pass it off directly to him.
"Good thing I'm just passin' by then, would hate to scuff up his deck." It's not entirely a lie—she had come here intending to use the market, but she only bothered to make the further trip out here because of him. Her focus shifts from the familiar angles of his face to the sack he's got in tow, nodding towards it as she leans over the saddle horn with an arm. "Little birdie told me you're living here now."
Her attention swings from one sea to another, peering down (a rare feat in his company) at the source of her uncertainty, which is startling for an entirely different reason. Though the sight of his smirk normally manages to equally undo her and comfort her, this time it catches her, and as if red-handed, she chuckles nervously in response to his jest and drops the package in one hand to the other side of the horse, out of sight of him. She'd never intended to pass it off directly to him.
"Good thing I'm just passin' by then, would hate to scuff up his deck." It's not entirely a lie—she had come here intending to use the market, but she only bothered to make the further trip out here because of him. Her focus shifts from the familiar angles of his face to the sack he's got in tow, nodding towards it as she leans over the saddle horn with an arm. "Little birdie told me you're living here now."
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
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.
