COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
She doesn't really need confirmation, not with having seen him like this before, not with knowing the way stars always gather to him, but it comes with the sharp turn of his head and those brilliant eyes peering back up at her. The moment feels suspended, too impossible to just stumble upon him in the middle of a forest when she'd been actively looking for him at a gathering, but there he is. She reels into motion suddenly, walking back from her lean over the bough so hastily her belt buckle goes tumbling down to the ground, scarcely noticed. She soon tosses her pack down to join it, swinging a leg over the tree limb and shimmying down with a series of calculated handholds.
Why he hasn't moved or shifted doesn't much register for her at the moment. She's too overcome with excitement at finally seeing him for more than six seconds after so long, and it's all she can do not to fall out of the last part of the tree in her rush to descend it and close the distance. Her heartbeat feels like it's in her fingertips, making it harder to grip cleanly, and her stomach feels like it stayed up in the first branch. She manages to make it down on her feet instead of her back, only pausing long enough to get her balance back on the ground before she's running for him.
She has no real plan, never did, just a relentless, driving, need—for him. Thoughts and memories have only gotten her so far, and even that's been like chewing bark over winter just hoping the snow will melt soon. It's ridiculous, the way she's missed him, but she's given up pretending it's something she can just manage or ignore. If he had arms she'd jump into them right now, but she just settles for tackling him with an aggressive and breathless hug, one arm cocking back to punch his shoulder with more gusto than she actually means, but damnit she has been blue. "Fuck, Ves, I've been looking for you."
Why he hasn't moved or shifted doesn't much register for her at the moment. She's too overcome with excitement at finally seeing him for more than six seconds after so long, and it's all she can do not to fall out of the last part of the tree in her rush to descend it and close the distance. Her heartbeat feels like it's in her fingertips, making it harder to grip cleanly, and her stomach feels like it stayed up in the first branch. She manages to make it down on her feet instead of her back, only pausing long enough to get her balance back on the ground before she's running for him.
She has no real plan, never did, just a relentless, driving, need—for him. Thoughts and memories have only gotten her so far, and even that's been like chewing bark over winter just hoping the snow will melt soon. It's ridiculous, the way she's missed him, but she's given up pretending it's something she can just manage or ignore. If he had arms she'd jump into them right now, but she just settles for tackling him with an aggressive and breathless hug, one arm cocking back to punch his shoulder with more gusto than she actually means, but damnit she has been blue. "Fuck, Ves, I've been looking for you."
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
