Colt
She's a runner, she's a lover, always stuck in her ways
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
A short laugh breaks free, and she cuts a glance towards him, still hidden heavily by Beans for the time being. "Oh come now, that's not true," she pushes back with no small amount of disbelief. Tease or not, she's certain he's got no ground to stand on to toss out such a remark. "Deimigod of sex, Archon of the loveliest region, owner of the best brothel and bar, and a prime rodeo mount, not to mention always charming, surely there's no one around here unhappy for your company." If her opinion is a bit biased, she doesn't seem to care. She considers after a pause. "Maaaaybe just no one says it out loud because they don't want to give you a big head. Not the one on your shoulders, at least."
She slips back into her prime sun soaking pose with a smirk, partially put there with appreciation that he'd accepted her terms and otherwise smug with the confidence of all she'd just said. That is, until the egg distracts her, and shortly thereafter Sunjata does an excellent service in that same vein. Her gaze slips towards him with a tilt of her head, hand still keeping back the sun from her eyes. Vesper might be who she wants, but Sunjata is gloriously uncomplicated in that entire regard—he's available in all the ways she can appreciate right now, and none in the ways she wants nothing to do with. Gods, he's perfect for her, really, and that's a thought she doesn't fight when it slips in amongst all the burrs that have nestled in around others.
You want it? comes in on the heels of tracing the muscle on display beneath the lifting of his shirt, the egg already entirely forgotten. Before an answer can form, the rest of what he says rushes in behind it, I took the last one I saw not quite fitting the same way with her line of thought. "Oh, weird," she says with a sigh as she tips her eyes closed and tilts her chin into the sun. "I guess? I'll pick it up before I leave." Unless he'd be so kind as to put it in her saddlebags before getting into position, but she couldn't be too bothered by the whole thing.
She can hear the rest of his clothes shuffling away, but she keeps her eyes firmly shut, convincing herself that adding more men to equation won't solve a thing for her. Besides, Sunjata had already proven incapable of stripping Vesper from her once before. That she's less certain she wants him to now is only an added layer of complexity, although she knows he would manage to, at least for the moment. Fuck if she isn't getting tired of just living in little moments though.
Her head tilts her cheek into the rock as his voice comes from her side, closer now. She does peek her eyes open this time, intending to ensure he kept his word and didn't cheat, not even with a sock. Her eyes helplessly trail lower in the scout of footwear, shamelessly skimming scars and curves as she goes, a persistent battle of wills humming through her. She's content to find he's a man of his word. "Yeah, I did, thanks to you." The smile that seats itself is genuine and strong at that, warmed by his kindness and the quiet moment they'd shared in the attic.
She grows quieter though, lips relenting back to neutral. "Happy to have another one behind me," and it's not a lie, but it's not fully true either, not when it marked Vesper's departure. She sighs through her nose, unsure how something as simple as enjoying a nice day and getting a tan could prove exhausting. "Could do without all this fucking mud though," she mutters, searching for a tried and true enemy to funnel her frustrations into. "What're your plans for keeping everyone dry and clean during this fair?"
She slips back into her prime sun soaking pose with a smirk, partially put there with appreciation that he'd accepted her terms and otherwise smug with the confidence of all she'd just said. That is, until the egg distracts her, and shortly thereafter Sunjata does an excellent service in that same vein. Her gaze slips towards him with a tilt of her head, hand still keeping back the sun from her eyes. Vesper might be who she wants, but Sunjata is gloriously uncomplicated in that entire regard—he's available in all the ways she can appreciate right now, and none in the ways she wants nothing to do with. Gods, he's perfect for her, really, and that's a thought she doesn't fight when it slips in amongst all the burrs that have nestled in around others.
You want it? comes in on the heels of tracing the muscle on display beneath the lifting of his shirt, the egg already entirely forgotten. Before an answer can form, the rest of what he says rushes in behind it, I took the last one I saw not quite fitting the same way with her line of thought. "Oh, weird," she says with a sigh as she tips her eyes closed and tilts her chin into the sun. "I guess? I'll pick it up before I leave." Unless he'd be so kind as to put it in her saddlebags before getting into position, but she couldn't be too bothered by the whole thing.
She can hear the rest of his clothes shuffling away, but she keeps her eyes firmly shut, convincing herself that adding more men to equation won't solve a thing for her. Besides, Sunjata had already proven incapable of stripping Vesper from her once before. That she's less certain she wants him to now is only an added layer of complexity, although she knows he would manage to, at least for the moment. Fuck if she isn't getting tired of just living in little moments though.
Her head tilts her cheek into the rock as his voice comes from her side, closer now. She does peek her eyes open this time, intending to ensure he kept his word and didn't cheat, not even with a sock. Her eyes helplessly trail lower in the scout of footwear, shamelessly skimming scars and curves as she goes, a persistent battle of wills humming through her. She's content to find he's a man of his word. "Yeah, I did, thanks to you." The smile that seats itself is genuine and strong at that, warmed by his kindness and the quiet moment they'd shared in the attic.
She grows quieter though, lips relenting back to neutral. "Happy to have another one behind me," and it's not a lie, but it's not fully true either, not when it marked Vesper's departure. She sighs through her nose, unsure how something as simple as enjoying a nice day and getting a tan could prove exhausting. "Could do without all this fucking mud though," she mutters, searching for a tried and true enemy to funnel her frustrations into. "What're your plans for keeping everyone dry and clean during this fair?"
When she's in it, she's all in it, ain't no holding her back
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
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.
