COLT
I've been sleeping wide awake
Slow dancing 'round the cracks in the floorboards
Fighting myself while lying in a
Bed I made and can't ignore
Slow dancing 'round the cracks in the floorboards
Fighting myself while lying in a
Bed I made and can't ignore
The tequila keeps back the set of a frown. Seems she's gone and asked too much of him again, when she never meant to ask anything at all. It had started with him offering, just a casual hand offered through twilight, but somewhere between deserts and dates she began to want more, and hated that she did. If she'd done like she wanted, then she could shrug at this new career and say she'd see him around eventually, and Vesper would become just another weather pattern she had no control over, that showed up sometimes and plenty of others not. "Yeah," she agrees, soft as first snowfall. "I know. You've always been good at showin' up Ves." That's part of what worries her. When he's gone, what'll she be left with? Memories and a sweater, pretending one doesn't fade from the good and linger on the bad and the other's capable of sticking with her all through the seasons without fraying.
A hint of something breaks through him, but by then her attention has drifted, and it's only returned, catching back on his blue as he glances back too from some side where they each tried to put down something too heavy to keep holding. No, he says easy and light, and her lips purse faintly in response, considering just what that means about the thoughts inside his head then. She knows she keeps hers back, but maybe all this time he's laid everything out on the table for her after all, so if that still hasn't been enough, then what is she asking of him?
"I suppose you're right," she says with a huff and a tweak of a smile, too sad at the edges to really even count. "Just not meant to be easy," she offers as some sort of consolation, needing something to believe in, even if it's hell.
She doesn't move when he does, just watches the steady way he closes the gap, wishing it could always be so simple as one foot after the other. Her breath slows as he gets close enough to touch, her head forced to tilt up to keep hold of his gaze. There's no sense in getting around to missing him before he's even gone, not when she's already needing to make up for missing him after the last time she saw him.
She reaches out, cautious but sure, fingers curling around either edge of his pants to tug him in the rest of the way. At least he's here, like he has been, and maybe that'd just have to be proof enough that there's something worth holding onto, even if she has to wait to grab hold of it again after tonight.
One hand lifts to coast against his cheek, fingertips trying to keep the feel of him as something stronger than memory. She leans up on her toes to press in a kiss built to linger, as though she could brand this feeling into staying if she held it long enough to hurt. "Stay," she demands when parting finally comes, and though she knows he won't, not in the way she wants, it's the last thing she'll ask of him tonight. By her count, there's enough LongNight left for to memorize more of him yet.
A hint of something breaks through him, but by then her attention has drifted, and it's only returned, catching back on his blue as he glances back too from some side where they each tried to put down something too heavy to keep holding. No, he says easy and light, and her lips purse faintly in response, considering just what that means about the thoughts inside his head then. She knows she keeps hers back, but maybe all this time he's laid everything out on the table for her after all, so if that still hasn't been enough, then what is she asking of him?
"I suppose you're right," she says with a huff and a tweak of a smile, too sad at the edges to really even count. "Just not meant to be easy," she offers as some sort of consolation, needing something to believe in, even if it's hell.
She doesn't move when he does, just watches the steady way he closes the gap, wishing it could always be so simple as one foot after the other. Her breath slows as he gets close enough to touch, her head forced to tilt up to keep hold of his gaze. There's no sense in getting around to missing him before he's even gone, not when she's already needing to make up for missing him after the last time she saw him.
She reaches out, cautious but sure, fingers curling around either edge of his pants to tug him in the rest of the way. At least he's here, like he has been, and maybe that'd just have to be proof enough that there's something worth holding onto, even if she has to wait to grab hold of it again after tonight.
One hand lifts to coast against his cheek, fingertips trying to keep the feel of him as something stronger than memory. She leans up on her toes to press in a kiss built to linger, as though she could brand this feeling into staying if she held it long enough to hurt. "Stay," she demands when parting finally comes, and though she knows he won't, not in the way she wants, it's the last thing she'll ask of him tonight. By her count, there's enough LongNight left for to memorize more of him yet.
I'm tired of running from the conversations
Screaming in the silence, all alone
I'm frustrated, I can't take it
But I'll fake it, then I'll hate myself again
Screaming in the silence, all alone
I'm frustrated, I can't take it
But I'll fake it, then I'll hate myself again
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.
