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
Other than her dogs, Thorn's the one person she doesn't much hesitate to speak to. Ever since the night she'd accidentally cracked in front of him. He held her like something that hadn't broken, just splintered a bit and could pass as whole still. That had been a feeling she waited some time to experience, and he'd given it, and in turn she trusted him in ways she thought she forgot how.
He does it now too; holds her in a way that lets her choose, no cage or judgement or anything but a presence that's ready. Her attention drops from him and she frowns suddenly at the tack in her lap. Though it gleams as if new by now, she seems to find some flaw in it still and presses the wet cloth back in with newfound energy. "I can't stop thinking about him," she follows up after Thorn's sworn sentiments trail off, clipping in over festival chatter. "It's annoying." She grinds the word through her teeth, just one corner of her lips parting to let it through as she bears down on the bridle, thumb shoving the fabric back and forth like she means to ignite it instead. "I'm annoyed right now that we're talking about him."
She pauses long enough that it almost seems like she means for that to be the end of it. It isn't, though. It never is with Vesper. "I thought giving in would fix all this. I thought I'd get my fill, or he would. Instead, it made it worse." She huffs, and a piece of the polished rigging snaps beneath her excessive attention, jolting her forward over her lap, unaware she'd leaned her whole weight into it.
"Great!" she exclaims with all the tone that suggests the opposite. "Now I get to add fixing tack to my plans too!" She dismissively chucks the bridle and its broken rein over the side of the couch with a flop. Without missing a beat, she rolls back into it. "It's insane, Thorn." She sighs, oil-wet hands slipping through to pull at her hair and ruffle it over her shoulder, uncaring of the mess she adds to it. "The way I can't get enough of him. I feel insane."
He does it now too; holds her in a way that lets her choose, no cage or judgement or anything but a presence that's ready. Her attention drops from him and she frowns suddenly at the tack in her lap. Though it gleams as if new by now, she seems to find some flaw in it still and presses the wet cloth back in with newfound energy. "I can't stop thinking about him," she follows up after Thorn's sworn sentiments trail off, clipping in over festival chatter. "It's annoying." She grinds the word through her teeth, just one corner of her lips parting to let it through as she bears down on the bridle, thumb shoving the fabric back and forth like she means to ignite it instead. "I'm annoyed right now that we're talking about him."
She pauses long enough that it almost seems like she means for that to be the end of it. It isn't, though. It never is with Vesper. "I thought giving in would fix all this. I thought I'd get my fill, or he would. Instead, it made it worse." She huffs, and a piece of the polished rigging snaps beneath her excessive attention, jolting her forward over her lap, unaware she'd leaned her whole weight into it.
"Great!" she exclaims with all the tone that suggests the opposite. "Now I get to add fixing tack to my plans too!" She dismissively chucks the bridle and its broken rein over the side of the couch with a flop. Without missing a beat, she rolls back into it. "It's insane, Thorn." She sighs, oil-wet hands slipping through to pull at her hair and ruffle it over her shoulder, uncaring of the mess she adds to it. "The way I can't get enough of him. I feel insane."
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.
