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
For a few heartbeats she can’t tell where his shivers end and hers begin. Everything inside her pulses with the same rhythm, fading, fading, fading...until there’s nothing left but the ache of where he still is—somewhere he'll always be, no matter the distance he tries to set between them.
His weight presses down, not heavy, but felt. Each of them is gripped with fear of moving, but certain things can't help but shift. The heat between them begins to thin into smoke, unwilling to linger even if they are. The moment won't hold them back, and breath comes out however hard she tries to hold it back, breaking whatever fragile truce they’ve made with the silence.
She wants to say something, anything, but the words pile up behind her teeth. The wrong one will ruin whatever this still is and the right one doesn’t exist. Instead her hands loosen on his back, spilling through his hair like it's water as she lets them fall away, dragging the last idea of comfort with them.
The firelight flickers across his face, trying to pretend there's still warmth left. She eases herself back into the embrace of the couch, a sigh into the world that's full of a truth she won't say any louder than letting blankets reclaim her body. The distance at least lets her see the stars again, her gaze trailing across the pattern of a constellation on his cheek, a faint smile answering it's subtle shine.
The air's heavy, smelling of the sweat they worked up and the way a fire gets when it begins to burn out into charcoal and dust. "I'm gonna miss you sugar."
His weight presses down, not heavy, but felt. Each of them is gripped with fear of moving, but certain things can't help but shift. The heat between them begins to thin into smoke, unwilling to linger even if they are. The moment won't hold them back, and breath comes out however hard she tries to hold it back, breaking whatever fragile truce they’ve made with the silence.
She wants to say something, anything, but the words pile up behind her teeth. The wrong one will ruin whatever this still is and the right one doesn’t exist. Instead her hands loosen on his back, spilling through his hair like it's water as she lets them fall away, dragging the last idea of comfort with them.
The firelight flickers across his face, trying to pretend there's still warmth left. She eases herself back into the embrace of the couch, a sigh into the world that's full of a truth she won't say any louder than letting blankets reclaim her body. The distance at least lets her see the stars again, her gaze trailing across the pattern of a constellation on his cheek, a faint smile answering it's subtle shine.
The air's heavy, smelling of the sweat they worked up and the way a fire gets when it begins to burn out into charcoal and dust. "I'm gonna miss you sugar."
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.
