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
She doesn't see the way her aggressive affection sends him withdrawing into a dark corner she didn't mean to disturb. She's too busy shielding the sun from her eyes, or appraising some other part of him on display. She hears it though, although she mistakes it at first for whatever dump he's trying to get himself down in. All the more reason for her not to relent on the bright humor and fondness.
It can't get any clearer than what he says next though, or how seriously he means it with the way his tone dips low, fading into something distant. Aware she's overstepped she immediately pulls her breath back, stilling like the stone beneath her, pressing into it like it could claim part of her if it wanted to. He offers a small explanation, enough to keep the questions at bay. It's a reminder that for all the scars he's got on display, not everything heals, and fuck if she doesn't know the truth of that. "Yeah..." she agrees without effort, biting at the inside of her cheek. She considers an apology, an I didn't mean to..., but none of that would be for him, it'd be for her, so she swallows it down.
To his credit, he tries not to let it remain like a divide between them, flowing into idle chat with ease, however practiced it might be. It lingers in her though, nestling alongside the image of him literally getting his feathers ruffled so easily during Longnight. It doesn't disquiet her to find parts of him that are uneasy, the world has a way of wearing parts of you thin eventually, but it presses in on her bruises like a reminder they exist too, too tender to require much right now for it to hurt. The mention of the Grounds is no help at all in that regard.
So she lets her voice trail away, greedier now for the sun than ever before to give her something golden and warm to hold onto. She sighs softly, flipping over onto her stomach, turning her head towards him though her eyes are shut as she draws up heat like a lizard. "Maybe some time away isn't a bad idea," she reasons well after he's offered Torchline.
It can't get any clearer than what he says next though, or how seriously he means it with the way his tone dips low, fading into something distant. Aware she's overstepped she immediately pulls her breath back, stilling like the stone beneath her, pressing into it like it could claim part of her if it wanted to. He offers a small explanation, enough to keep the questions at bay. It's a reminder that for all the scars he's got on display, not everything heals, and fuck if she doesn't know the truth of that. "Yeah..." she agrees without effort, biting at the inside of her cheek. She considers an apology, an I didn't mean to..., but none of that would be for him, it'd be for her, so she swallows it down.
To his credit, he tries not to let it remain like a divide between them, flowing into idle chat with ease, however practiced it might be. It lingers in her though, nestling alongside the image of him literally getting his feathers ruffled so easily during Longnight. It doesn't disquiet her to find parts of him that are uneasy, the world has a way of wearing parts of you thin eventually, but it presses in on her bruises like a reminder they exist too, too tender to require much right now for it to hurt. The mention of the Grounds is no help at all in that regard.
So she lets her voice trail away, greedier now for the sun than ever before to give her something golden and warm to hold onto. She sighs softly, flipping over onto her stomach, turning her head towards him though her eyes are shut as she draws up heat like a lizard. "Maybe some time away isn't a bad idea," she reasons well after he's offered Torchline.
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.
