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 expected about this much when he'd been a jaguar; she's hugged enough horses to know they mostly stand there and take it. As a man though, the absence of his returned hold is something solidly felt, leaving her feeling like she's hugging a post instead of a person. It doesn't sink in immediately, not when the rush of everything is still tumbling over her like a wave that can't keep from breaking. It's an ecstatic swell of finally, like she's been holding her breath until now, fighting her way to the surface since the last time they'd been together, and now he's here beneath her hands. Fuck it feels, it feels—wrong.
There's a chill to him she's never known, even when it'd been Deepfrost. It creeps into her on contact, slow but methodical, clinging to her even as she retreats a step at his voice. The distance lets her see him better, her easy joy that'd just been there faltering into something confused and cautious. "Yeah. Well, the Grounds. Was headed to the Inner Quarter from the Landing, figured you'd be there, somewhere." She doesn't know what the hell is up yet, but something's off, he's made that plain.
She doesn't have the time to dwell on what, not for long, because his next words fill the space. It's enough to consider if she somehow misread what she thought had been a mutual ache with the absence. It'd only been six seconds after all, not much time to really appraise everything, so did she just fill in way more than was actually there because that's what she wanted? She'd done something similar, the other last time with him... But, gods, it'd felt like something meaningful, she didn't just imagine that, did she?
The words he does say though, they cut through her thinking, sharp with implication he doesn't say outright. She doesn't need him to. "Yeah," she agrees, rougher than intended because that night still catches on her in a way she doesn't like. "That's when I first came up to find you." Her arms tuck in on each other across her chest, jaw rolling tight across the memory. "I guess I had one too many drinks, or something," she sighs, an elbow propping up on her still crossed arm as her hand pulls at her temple in mild distress. It's not true, she'd just started drinking, but saying I don't know why I did what I did feels worse than a lie, it seems evasive and fake and completely unbelievable. She doesn't know what else it could have been though. She's thought about the moment again and again and can't fathom what urged her to reach for Thalassa like that. "I didn't stay, once I realized that. The whole night was a mistake."
There's a chill to him she's never known, even when it'd been Deepfrost. It creeps into her on contact, slow but methodical, clinging to her even as she retreats a step at his voice. The distance lets her see him better, her easy joy that'd just been there faltering into something confused and cautious. "Yeah. Well, the Grounds. Was headed to the Inner Quarter from the Landing, figured you'd be there, somewhere." She doesn't know what the hell is up yet, but something's off, he's made that plain.
She doesn't have the time to dwell on what, not for long, because his next words fill the space. It's enough to consider if she somehow misread what she thought had been a mutual ache with the absence. It'd only been six seconds after all, not much time to really appraise everything, so did she just fill in way more than was actually there because that's what she wanted? She'd done something similar, the other last time with him... But, gods, it'd felt like something meaningful, she didn't just imagine that, did she?
The words he does say though, they cut through her thinking, sharp with implication he doesn't say outright. She doesn't need him to. "Yeah," she agrees, rougher than intended because that night still catches on her in a way she doesn't like. "That's when I first came up to find you." Her arms tuck in on each other across her chest, jaw rolling tight across the memory. "I guess I had one too many drinks, or something," she sighs, an elbow propping up on her still crossed arm as her hand pulls at her temple in mild distress. It's not true, she'd just started drinking, but saying I don't know why I did what I did feels worse than a lie, it seems evasive and fake and completely unbelievable. She doesn't know what else it could have been though. She's thought about the moment again and again and can't fathom what urged her to reach for Thalassa like that. "I didn't stay, once I realized that. The whole night was a mistake."
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.
