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 look at him, not entirely, though he's there in her peripheral as she snaps her bra on next. The armor of some clothing feels like it gives her enough room to breathe a bit steadier, the feeling almost instant, even if it's nothing but cotton and not like it'd been his eyes doing much of the roaming. Still, she feels the barriers slipping into place, and they provide something. She doesn't remark on the comment that slips out almost like an order. Doesn't need to, when she's already decided to assign it to herself, although her lips twist down a touch. Would time be enough? Distance? Might as well try, before she really jumps out of her skin the next time they talk.
She can hear the softness he puts into the words. The apology, the lack of confidence she's inspiring in the praise she'd just been lavishing. She can't help it though, not right now, not entirely. She does sigh a touch though, a disappointed sound as her limbs streak through her shirt and pull it on. "Day was already ruined," she assures him, gaze flicking up then down again. "Just hoped maybe you'd make it better." She doesn't mean it as a slight, just the truth of the matter, however it ends up coming across.
With the rest of her clothes on, she steps into her boots and pulls her hair out with a twist. "Wasn't you either," she says quieter now, all her armor back on, but the breathing room still isn't enough. "A good reminder though, that I not forget myself with you." That they're not so close, not so friendly, as to be the sort to comfort each other through hardships or even be great at noticing it in each other. Whatever comfort she hoped to find in him, it's not there, not today anyway. She takes the towel and tucks it under her arm, trudging over to her horse who had wandered over to the egg while grazing. She leans down to pick it up too, just to keep from the damn horse getting egg on its legs, and swings up into the saddle. "I'll see ya around, Sunjata." She urges the horse into something quick to depart, stuffing her egg and towels away as they ride, sinking into the familiarity of running like it could still save her.
[FIN]
She can hear the softness he puts into the words. The apology, the lack of confidence she's inspiring in the praise she'd just been lavishing. She can't help it though, not right now, not entirely. She does sigh a touch though, a disappointed sound as her limbs streak through her shirt and pull it on. "Day was already ruined," she assures him, gaze flicking up then down again. "Just hoped maybe you'd make it better." She doesn't mean it as a slight, just the truth of the matter, however it ends up coming across.
With the rest of her clothes on, she steps into her boots and pulls her hair out with a twist. "Wasn't you either," she says quieter now, all her armor back on, but the breathing room still isn't enough. "A good reminder though, that I not forget myself with you." That they're not so close, not so friendly, as to be the sort to comfort each other through hardships or even be great at noticing it in each other. Whatever comfort she hoped to find in him, it's not there, not today anyway. She takes the towel and tucks it under her arm, trudging over to her horse who had wandered over to the egg while grazing. She leans down to pick it up too, just to keep from the damn horse getting egg on its legs, and swings up into the saddle. "I'll see ya around, Sunjata." She urges the horse into something quick to depart, stuffing her egg and towels away as they ride, sinking into the familiarity of running like it could still save her.
[FIN]
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.
