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
The longer she lays here, the more certain she is that she can't continue to. Maybe, if their banter had stayed light hearted, she could have found some kind of relief. With the cold wash between them though, her fault and his right, she feels like the sun isn't enough to reach the chill that's set into her bones. It's nothing to do with him, not exactly. She'd never hold boundaries or old pain against someone, but she isn't in the right frame of mind these days to just smile through everything and shrug it off like usual.
Even on her stomach now, she feels suddenly too bare and vulnerable, and he feels more stranger than the first day she'd met him. All of it gnaws on her, and she's barely hanging on by a thread lately, she can't take the addition of his teeth too. "Torchline sounds like a good idea," she says easily, rolling off the rock without theatrics. She slides down the side by where she'd put her clothes, one hand bracing on the rock while the other starts to gather her things. "Have a horse I left there I need to pick up, so it works out." The itch to be gone is urgent now. Not just from here, but from all of it. Maybe she'd find the relief she's been looking for in the sand and the surf. Nevermind that it had once been Vesper home, she hadn't spent enough time there with him to figure his memory would stain that place too. Hasn't entirely yielded to the idea that he's stained her this fully.
She shimmies into her panties, shaking her head at his offer. "Thanks, but I think I need something more than a magic room." Although if it gets real bad, part of her wonders if using them to lay out in the stars again, even during the day, might help.
Even on her stomach now, she feels suddenly too bare and vulnerable, and he feels more stranger than the first day she'd met him. All of it gnaws on her, and she's barely hanging on by a thread lately, she can't take the addition of his teeth too. "Torchline sounds like a good idea," she says easily, rolling off the rock without theatrics. She slides down the side by where she'd put her clothes, one hand bracing on the rock while the other starts to gather her things. "Have a horse I left there I need to pick up, so it works out." The itch to be gone is urgent now. Not just from here, but from all of it. Maybe she'd find the relief she's been looking for in the sand and the surf. Nevermind that it had once been Vesper home, she hadn't spent enough time there with him to figure his memory would stain that place too. Hasn't entirely yielded to the idea that he's stained her this fully.
She shimmies into her panties, shaking her head at his offer. "Thanks, but I think I need something more than a magic room." Although if it gets real bad, part of her wonders if using them to lay out in the stars again, even during the day, might help.
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.
