And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Her eyes are set on Colt, the prospect of a duel sending heat through her blood, muscles bunching as she prepares to strike, to win. It would only be right to start the night off with some violence, especially considering how much fun she had knocking the woman around last time. Maybe she'll let her get a hit in this time. Or maybe they'll shed blood on this red-hued night.
As she stalks forward - a predator on the hunt - Thal notes the confident prop in Colt's hips, the way she steps forward to meet her with a grin that matches the mood of mischief and chaos. She can't help the smirk she sends back, all fangs and eager energy. It doesn't bother her that Colt doesn't pick up a stick, figuring if the woman wants to be defeated unarmed, she's more than happy to oblige.
But Colt has her own method of attack, and the stick doesn't make it close enough to hit, shoved aside in obvious dismissal. Fixated on the victory she plans to claim, Thal is already planning to twist away, to try another method, to dart or kick or find some way to plant Colt in the mud like a daisy. Until the woman is landing the first blow, pushing past all her schemes and plots to plant her lips against hers in a disorienting kiss.
Thal stiffens, surprise crashing through her like a flame through dry tinder, sparking gunpowder along the way. It immediately shatters the foundational thoughts of wounds, violence, and stick duels, flaring the lust that's always simmering just beneath the surface. She softens visibly into the kiss, but her muscles are just as tense, coiled with the burning adrenaline of the blood moon and excitement. Colt isn't her type - she's missing a few parts that Thal thoroughly enjoys - but a kiss is a kiss, and she doesn't mind basking in the heat that rises between them, the fire it stokes amidst heightened emotions.
Laughing through the shock and slight annoyance at being caught off guard, she breaks away, tilting her head in a manner that's all challenge. "Oh? You'd prefer that kind of game?" Grinning, she drops the stick and reaches up to clasp both hands around the back of Colt's neck. Thal pulls her forward in a searing and passionate kiss, one that implies they've done more than that behind closed doors, one that threatens to burn like a wildfire, hotter and longer than a single spark. It's claiming and possessive, daring people to look away, daring Colt to break first.
Thal kisses Colt back.
As she stalks forward - a predator on the hunt - Thal notes the confident prop in Colt's hips, the way she steps forward to meet her with a grin that matches the mood of mischief and chaos. She can't help the smirk she sends back, all fangs and eager energy. It doesn't bother her that Colt doesn't pick up a stick, figuring if the woman wants to be defeated unarmed, she's more than happy to oblige.
But Colt has her own method of attack, and the stick doesn't make it close enough to hit, shoved aside in obvious dismissal. Fixated on the victory she plans to claim, Thal is already planning to twist away, to try another method, to dart or kick or find some way to plant Colt in the mud like a daisy. Until the woman is landing the first blow, pushing past all her schemes and plots to plant her lips against hers in a disorienting kiss.
Thal stiffens, surprise crashing through her like a flame through dry tinder, sparking gunpowder along the way. It immediately shatters the foundational thoughts of wounds, violence, and stick duels, flaring the lust that's always simmering just beneath the surface. She softens visibly into the kiss, but her muscles are just as tense, coiled with the burning adrenaline of the blood moon and excitement. Colt isn't her type - she's missing a few parts that Thal thoroughly enjoys - but a kiss is a kiss, and she doesn't mind basking in the heat that rises between them, the fire it stokes amidst heightened emotions.
Laughing through the shock and slight annoyance at being caught off guard, she breaks away, tilting her head in a manner that's all challenge. "Oh? You'd prefer that kind of game?" Grinning, she drops the stick and reaches up to clasp both hands around the back of Colt's neck. Thal pulls her forward in a searing and passionate kiss, one that implies they've done more than that behind closed doors, one that threatens to burn like a wildfire, hotter and longer than a single spark. It's claiming and possessive, daring people to look away, daring Colt to break first.
Thal kisses Colt back.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
