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
Delight streaks across her face as he valiantly stakes his claim as her best friend, a laugh that starts in her chest for a moment spilling free over her growing smile. "Honey you'd have to be blind on a foggy night to miss that you're my best friend." Her humor simmers into just a quiver along her lips. "I think you could take him if it came to it, for the title anyway." Only because Vesper would let him, she's sure, but the sentiment remains encouraging just the same, each of them happy to feign the delusion of success.
The comfort of her hair shifting beneath the calm and steadying pull of his hands and magic is more soothing than she'd admit to. Losing her mother early on, she'd been the one to comb her own hair, the task not quite up to her father's skillset. Other than an odd sleepover here or there growing up, this had been the first time in a while her hair had been gently cared for like this, and it sinks into her deeply. The rest of her worries dissolve for a bit, crumbling easily into the contagious sound of his laughter, the absurdity of her remarks drawing them into a fit. "I dunnoooo," she drawls out with a lilt, feeding into the conspiracy that Vesper's talents in bed are all part of a bigger plot of Safrin's. "He did say he was considering bartending at the House. Could be his attempt at making a move." She snorts that away, no truth to the threat. "That worried me...how close he'd be. If he's irresistible now, I'm done for if he's just, there." Which, now that he's nowhere close, doesn't seem as bad as it once had.
Her fingers tap thoughtfully on his knee, the mirth all drying up quickly now. "He came to tell me he was leaving during LongNight. He left right after it broke." Not an answer, not just yet, but she continues. "I was drunk, and sad." She shrugs, because she usually is during LongNight (many tend to be), she's just also usually alone. She drunk more than usual during the stretch of dark, aiming less for a buzz than a drowning. "Said some things I maybe shouldn't have, because I felt this...panic, or something, clawing up me over him being so far away for so long. It felt like, losing him, I guess." There's a quiet sort of shame to it. That she'd let it leak through that night. That she'd felt it at all. It's not rational.
She draws in another breath, because laying it all out like this, even to Thorn, is no simple matter. Her throat feels raw with each word as she yanks intent and feeling from the corners of her mind where she's mostly ignored them until they've become this tangled mess. "It didn't look like he felt that way, so I asked him why not. You know what I got?" She tilts her head, trying to find him for a minute. "He told me that he's not unbothered." She huffs, as unimpressed now as then. "That's it. That's how he feels, I guess. Not unbothered." She shrugs, her wrist flipping the word away and out into the breeze of her breath.
"I don't even think I know what I want us to be," she admits after a minute of quiet consideration. Her bottom lip folds under her teeth, working thoughts into pieces. "I can't ask him if I don't know, right?" Her gaze glances sidelong, searching for confirmation. This had all seemed far less complicated when she was younger, when she dove right in without any guards. "I just...miss him, when he's not around." she sighs, unsure if that's answer enough. "He said he'd miss me too though, before he left." She puts that out carefully, like it's heavier than it should be, because it carries more wrapped in it than she can explain. "And he seemed open to me visiting," she shrugs, gaze flickering with the memory. "Nodded when I offered and said he'd want something interesting to do or look at if I made the trip up."
The comfort of her hair shifting beneath the calm and steadying pull of his hands and magic is more soothing than she'd admit to. Losing her mother early on, she'd been the one to comb her own hair, the task not quite up to her father's skillset. Other than an odd sleepover here or there growing up, this had been the first time in a while her hair had been gently cared for like this, and it sinks into her deeply. The rest of her worries dissolve for a bit, crumbling easily into the contagious sound of his laughter, the absurdity of her remarks drawing them into a fit. "I dunnoooo," she drawls out with a lilt, feeding into the conspiracy that Vesper's talents in bed are all part of a bigger plot of Safrin's. "He did say he was considering bartending at the House. Could be his attempt at making a move." She snorts that away, no truth to the threat. "That worried me...how close he'd be. If he's irresistible now, I'm done for if he's just, there." Which, now that he's nowhere close, doesn't seem as bad as it once had.
Her fingers tap thoughtfully on his knee, the mirth all drying up quickly now. "He came to tell me he was leaving during LongNight. He left right after it broke." Not an answer, not just yet, but she continues. "I was drunk, and sad." She shrugs, because she usually is during LongNight (many tend to be), she's just also usually alone. She drunk more than usual during the stretch of dark, aiming less for a buzz than a drowning. "Said some things I maybe shouldn't have, because I felt this...panic, or something, clawing up me over him being so far away for so long. It felt like, losing him, I guess." There's a quiet sort of shame to it. That she'd let it leak through that night. That she'd felt it at all. It's not rational.
She draws in another breath, because laying it all out like this, even to Thorn, is no simple matter. Her throat feels raw with each word as she yanks intent and feeling from the corners of her mind where she's mostly ignored them until they've become this tangled mess. "It didn't look like he felt that way, so I asked him why not. You know what I got?" She tilts her head, trying to find him for a minute. "He told me that he's not unbothered." She huffs, as unimpressed now as then. "That's it. That's how he feels, I guess. Not unbothered." She shrugs, her wrist flipping the word away and out into the breeze of her breath.
"I don't even think I know what I want us to be," she admits after a minute of quiet consideration. Her bottom lip folds under her teeth, working thoughts into pieces. "I can't ask him if I don't know, right?" Her gaze glances sidelong, searching for confirmation. This had all seemed far less complicated when she was younger, when she dove right in without any guards. "I just...miss him, when he's not around." she sighs, unsure if that's answer enough. "He said he'd miss me too though, before he left." She puts that out carefully, like it's heavier than it should be, because it carries more wrapped in it than she can explain. "And he seemed open to me visiting," she shrugs, gaze flickering with the memory. "Nodded when I offered and said he'd want something interesting to do or look at if I made the trip up."
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.
