COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Her scorn is only from fondness and familiarity, no true weight to it. Though, the last time he'd lit up like that, it'd been between them amid the rain, and with little of the same effects here she hasn't devised his lack of control over it. She doesn't suspect he's up to a damn thing though, startled same as she, lights or not, so she leaves his excuse with nothing other than a quiet glance his way.
LongNight's as good a reason as any to be on edge by her estimations, so she nods like she expected as much when he tells it so plain. "Me too," she sighs, and like him doesn't give much reason as to why. There's no fixing it, not in her mind, so saying much about it would just be wasting breath. Shitty things happen to everyone, especially in the deep dark, so the cause doesn't seem to matter much to her. What does, is sitting with someone through it, which she doesn't have much experience with, but has already made this a more bearable LongNight than most.
His smile tells her plenty about not wanting to divulge more, so she doesn't press. She doesn't believe it either, but she's worn plenty just like it to know what it means. As he extends a bag towards her, she steps up to retrieve it, gathering it open for him to deposit the oil jars inside. She tips the sharpened edge of her knife away as she does so. Deeper in the room now, it's mostly just the lantern that gives them anything to see by, but it's enough to manage. It makes the shadows on the further edge of him sharp and dark, a strong contrast to the gold flame in front of him, warm and bright. She tilts her head for a moment, gaze sweeping up to find his eyes through the gloom. His feathers are gone now, but their absence feels like his smile did. "Could always stay distracted up here longer," she offers. "I'm in no hurry." A bit out of favors to ask though.
LongNight's as good a reason as any to be on edge by her estimations, so she nods like she expected as much when he tells it so plain. "Me too," she sighs, and like him doesn't give much reason as to why. There's no fixing it, not in her mind, so saying much about it would just be wasting breath. Shitty things happen to everyone, especially in the deep dark, so the cause doesn't seem to matter much to her. What does, is sitting with someone through it, which she doesn't have much experience with, but has already made this a more bearable LongNight than most.
His smile tells her plenty about not wanting to divulge more, so she doesn't press. She doesn't believe it either, but she's worn plenty just like it to know what it means. As he extends a bag towards her, she steps up to retrieve it, gathering it open for him to deposit the oil jars inside. She tips the sharpened edge of her knife away as she does so. Deeper in the room now, it's mostly just the lantern that gives them anything to see by, but it's enough to manage. It makes the shadows on the further edge of him sharp and dark, a strong contrast to the gold flame in front of him, warm and bright. She tilts her head for a moment, gaze sweeping up to find his eyes through the gloom. His feathers are gone now, but their absence feels like his smile did. "Could always stay distracted up here longer," she offers. "I'm in no hurry." A bit out of favors to ask though.
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
