COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
She sets their sandwiches down on the coffee table, flopping back beside him on the couch and propping her toes against the table edge. Her lunch will end up mostly decorative, appetite not quite all there as of late, which she attributes to the stress this time of year always brings her without heaps of memory mud everywhere. Instead, she reclaims the tack she's been cleaning for the upcoming fair. Her hands need the busy work.
Absently oiling the bridle, a few beers deep by now, she's played hostess well enough when it comes to refilling his drink. She hasn't been fully present during their conversations though, as he might have noticed. She suddenly seems to as well, the echo of his voice, long since faded when she'd been in the kitchen still, seems to finally reach her. She turns her head towards him, a soft smile edging in. "Sorry sugar, what were you saying again about your plans this season?"
It's not the first time she's asked him to repeat himself. There's an edge to her she keeps sharpening on her thoughts. It pulls her in, and though she's here, she's miles away inside her mind.
Absently oiling the bridle, a few beers deep by now, she's played hostess well enough when it comes to refilling his drink. She hasn't been fully present during their conversations though, as he might have noticed. She suddenly seems to as well, the echo of his voice, long since faded when she'd been in the kitchen still, seems to finally reach her. She turns her head towards him, a soft smile edging in. "Sorry sugar, what were you saying again about your plans this season?"
It's not the first time she's asked him to repeat himself. There's an edge to her she keeps sharpening on her thoughts. It pulls her in, and though she's here, she's miles away inside her mind.
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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.
