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
Her head shakes simply at his question. It's something she's avoided dwelling on when she can help it, and it's an anchor she uses every time to remind herself that she's the one getting in too deep. "Friends with benefits, I guess?" She falters a little, 'brow pinching in as she considers. "I don't even know if he's my friend," she murmurs after a moment, pausing to glance up at Thorn like he might know some other word for it. "He's always been...something else." There's no unkindness to the term, just a blunt truth. She enjoys his company, and he seems to enjoy hers, but he's not someone she reaches out to just because, it's always more with him. She can't really imagine him sitting where Thorn is right now, and part of it is because she's never offered him the seat.
As leather yields to pressure and her patience with it for the time being, she permits Thorn's capable hands to do more than leave it in a tangled heap. "Thanks," she says gently, embarrassment keeping the smile she offers him small. Since she's already made a scene of it all, admitting to being crazy hardly seems so hard now, especially when he picks it up with the same quiet understanding he always manages.
What he asks feels too big to answer. She closes her eyes for a moment, slouching against him as his fingers work sense back into her hair. While he pulls golden thread together, she plucks at the little silver ones that Vesper's woven through her, tugging at memory and feeling like they could be solution enough. "There's something about him I'm drawn to," she starts, soft and simple. "He's handsome," she smirks, "but it's more than that. It's like...finding something good in the world finally, after all the shit, and you weren't even looking for it, but now that you know it's possible you wanna keep that good alive as much as you can." Her head shifts against him, lips parting over careful breath.
"He shows up, in ways people haven't for me, not without asking them to." She is not one prone to ask either. Her feet fold up beside her, tucking her bare toes into the cushions. "Mostly on his own, but whenever I'd ask him to, he'd be there." Countless times she'd turned and there he'd be, smug as a cat in a sunbeam. "And after he took me out to the Greatwood, he came here, too. First man I haven't kicked out at dawn in, gods, ages." She kicked herself out instead, but still her smile grows wider than it has yet at the memory. "And we had fun in town, and all the other times here and there we've been together." Maybe he hadn't given her anything much beside memories, but he'd given her good memories, damn good ones. If it'd just been fucking, he didn't have to put in that much work, certainly other men had always done less, and all their flowers and trinkets had never amounted to half as much as Vesper did in the end. "I think he's the most charming man I've ever met," she hums, the sound wistful with longing.
"And the sex Thorn!" Her hand grabs his knee as she leans into him more with a breathy laugh. "Gods, the sex is like nothing I've known." She trails off, distracted with memory briefly, her smile curving more sly and secretive. "It's a good thing he's not in your line of work, I think he could put the house of Midnight out of business, or at least take it over." A telepath with some extra 'hands' can have that effect, not that she knows that's half the reasoning. "You'd think he's Frey's son the way he feels. I almost wish you'd experience it once just so you know how serious I am." It's perhaps the one thing she doesn't feel crazy about, other than the fact it makes her crazier about him.
She sighs, lighter and almost content, as she leans further into Thorn. "So, should I go visit him or not?"
As leather yields to pressure and her patience with it for the time being, she permits Thorn's capable hands to do more than leave it in a tangled heap. "Thanks," she says gently, embarrassment keeping the smile she offers him small. Since she's already made a scene of it all, admitting to being crazy hardly seems so hard now, especially when he picks it up with the same quiet understanding he always manages.
What he asks feels too big to answer. She closes her eyes for a moment, slouching against him as his fingers work sense back into her hair. While he pulls golden thread together, she plucks at the little silver ones that Vesper's woven through her, tugging at memory and feeling like they could be solution enough. "There's something about him I'm drawn to," she starts, soft and simple. "He's handsome," she smirks, "but it's more than that. It's like...finding something good in the world finally, after all the shit, and you weren't even looking for it, but now that you know it's possible you wanna keep that good alive as much as you can." Her head shifts against him, lips parting over careful breath.
"He shows up, in ways people haven't for me, not without asking them to." She is not one prone to ask either. Her feet fold up beside her, tucking her bare toes into the cushions. "Mostly on his own, but whenever I'd ask him to, he'd be there." Countless times she'd turned and there he'd be, smug as a cat in a sunbeam. "And after he took me out to the Greatwood, he came here, too. First man I haven't kicked out at dawn in, gods, ages." She kicked herself out instead, but still her smile grows wider than it has yet at the memory. "And we had fun in town, and all the other times here and there we've been together." Maybe he hadn't given her anything much beside memories, but he'd given her good memories, damn good ones. If it'd just been fucking, he didn't have to put in that much work, certainly other men had always done less, and all their flowers and trinkets had never amounted to half as much as Vesper did in the end. "I think he's the most charming man I've ever met," she hums, the sound wistful with longing.
"And the sex Thorn!" Her hand grabs his knee as she leans into him more with a breathy laugh. "Gods, the sex is like nothing I've known." She trails off, distracted with memory briefly, her smile curving more sly and secretive. "It's a good thing he's not in your line of work, I think he could put the house of Midnight out of business, or at least take it over." A telepath with some extra 'hands' can have that effect, not that she knows that's half the reasoning. "You'd think he's Frey's son the way he feels. I almost wish you'd experience it once just so you know how serious I am." It's perhaps the one thing she doesn't feel crazy about, other than the fact it makes her crazier about him.
She sighs, lighter and almost content, as she leans further into Thorn. "So, should I go visit him or not?"
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.
