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
It does take her a moment to pick up on what he means, because she'd like to argue that having tried to find him more than once now, he's not so easy as he seems to think. She is aware she could have sent a letter, but the decision to come up here had been rather spur of the moment after waffling on it all season, caught up in the I don't know of it all still until she finally had something she thought had been solid enough to count. Now, she's not so sure again. This is all so unlike any encounter with him has ever been that she's not even entirely convinced she ever made it out of Stormbreak now.
She's about putting it together when he states it plain for her though, leaving no room for her to misunderstand. That works up a disbelieving breath, some steel taking root amid the ice and the smoke. "Could've," she agrees with a narrowing of her gaze, not entirely sure when her abilities got put on trial here. "I've only got the one left, for now. Seemed a better use to put in some elbow grease than burn through the last ace up my sleeve." She's not claiming the first use of her channel had been smart, but she'd used it knowing she had one other on hand. "Would've, if it came to it." She shrugs though, because here he is.
Her head tilts faintly, wondering if this is about that first channel after all. He'd seemed willing enough in the moment. It's certainly one that's stuck with her night after night, serving her more than once. The quick, decisive way he'd met her exactly where she needed, descending upon her so completely she's felt near empty ever since. Then again, that's usually how it goes in the moments after he departs, so it's so strange to feel it now when he's standing right there.
She doesn't shrink from the stare he levels on her, not this one. It's all the blue she remembers, not amiss the way Frey's are, but it's got none of its usual invitation or sly edge that normally threatens to drown her. This look isn't one she risks losing herself in, it's one that she already feels pressed up sharp against her, and with the threat of that she doesn't flinch. "Is this about Thalassa?" She asks with her own edge creeping in, not fond of feeling like the ground she's standing on is shifting out from under her. "I don't know the extent of the bad blood between you two, but I sure as shit don't deserve that aimed at me, least of all for something that didn't mean a damn." If she'd actually meant to kiss her in a meaningful way, she might have argued that point with him, but since she can't muster any sound reasoning behind her action, a truth that still rattles her, she'll focus on the who behind it all. She at least knows Thal isn't fond of him, figures it's safe to assume it runs both ways.
She's about putting it together when he states it plain for her though, leaving no room for her to misunderstand. That works up a disbelieving breath, some steel taking root amid the ice and the smoke. "Could've," she agrees with a narrowing of her gaze, not entirely sure when her abilities got put on trial here. "I've only got the one left, for now. Seemed a better use to put in some elbow grease than burn through the last ace up my sleeve." She's not claiming the first use of her channel had been smart, but she'd used it knowing she had one other on hand. "Would've, if it came to it." She shrugs though, because here he is.
Her head tilts faintly, wondering if this is about that first channel after all. He'd seemed willing enough in the moment. It's certainly one that's stuck with her night after night, serving her more than once. The quick, decisive way he'd met her exactly where she needed, descending upon her so completely she's felt near empty ever since. Then again, that's usually how it goes in the moments after he departs, so it's so strange to feel it now when he's standing right there.
She doesn't shrink from the stare he levels on her, not this one. It's all the blue she remembers, not amiss the way Frey's are, but it's got none of its usual invitation or sly edge that normally threatens to drown her. This look isn't one she risks losing herself in, it's one that she already feels pressed up sharp against her, and with the threat of that she doesn't flinch. "Is this about Thalassa?" She asks with her own edge creeping in, not fond of feeling like the ground she's standing on is shifting out from under her. "I don't know the extent of the bad blood between you two, but I sure as shit don't deserve that aimed at me, least of all for something that didn't mean a damn." If she'd actually meant to kiss her in a meaningful way, she might have argued that point with him, but since she can't muster any sound reasoning behind her action, a truth that still rattles her, she'll focus on the who behind it all. She at least knows Thal isn't fond of him, figures it's safe to assume it runs both ways.
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.
