I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky
When his eyes fall shut, a smile breaks out effortlessly. No questions, no raised brows, just going along with it like this is any ordinary request. Gods damn him, he cheers her up instantly with it, a section of her tension uncoiling rather against her will. She'd fully intended to let this night sour into something miserable enough to forget, but in just this small moment, she's reminded that there's better company than burnt-edged memories and feel-sorry pouts.
As he turns to take up her offer, she's about to launch a tease that he doesn't need to lead a region, the best brothel, and her club, but the heavy sigh that follows his voice stills the wag of her tongue. Instead, her head tilts, following him with something suspiciously like concern when he ambles over to sit, wings shaking away like an afterthought.
Her cigarette drops out of her hand.
"You what?" comes the immediate response, disbelief widening her eyes into a doe's stare at him. The lit stick rolls away a touch, ash marking its rounded trail, but she's forgotten it as she sits up taller, leaving the perch of her knees as she tilts more in the swing to face him properly. Out of habit, she reaches to tuck her hair behind her ears, but stiffens when her fingers brush the coarse horse hair and the whole contraption shifts considerably at the touch. Quickly, she brings her hand back down, fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of her shorts instead. "Well shit," she breathes, lips pressing together into a thin line that looks like it might apologize. "You win. Club's all yours, although it was who looks worse, not who's more heartbroken, showoff."
Leaving him to light his own cigarette, she reaches back for the plate of bacon she never got around to. Given what he'd told her last time about Ru, she can fill in enough of the dots herself without prying, and certainly won't ask him to bear himself to her when he just asked about sittin'. "Can sit as long as you like sunshine, you're always welcome to." She plucks up a piece of bacon and bites it off with a small snap, having slightly overcooked them. "Want some?" she asks with a muffled chew.
As he turns to take up her offer, she's about to launch a tease that he doesn't need to lead a region, the best brothel, and her club, but the heavy sigh that follows his voice stills the wag of her tongue. Instead, her head tilts, following him with something suspiciously like concern when he ambles over to sit, wings shaking away like an afterthought.
Her cigarette drops out of her hand.
"You what?" comes the immediate response, disbelief widening her eyes into a doe's stare at him. The lit stick rolls away a touch, ash marking its rounded trail, but she's forgotten it as she sits up taller, leaving the perch of her knees as she tilts more in the swing to face him properly. Out of habit, she reaches to tuck her hair behind her ears, but stiffens when her fingers brush the coarse horse hair and the whole contraption shifts considerably at the touch. Quickly, she brings her hand back down, fingers fidgeting with the frayed edge of her shorts instead. "Well shit," she breathes, lips pressing together into a thin line that looks like it might apologize. "You win. Club's all yours, although it was who looks worse, not who's more heartbroken, showoff."
Leaving him to light his own cigarette, she reaches back for the plate of bacon she never got around to. Given what he'd told her last time about Ru, she can fill in enough of the dots herself without prying, and certainly won't ask him to bear himself to her when he just asked about sittin'. "Can sit as long as you like sunshine, you're always welcome to." She plucks up a piece of bacon and bites it off with a small snap, having slightly overcooked them. "Want some?" she asks with a muffled chew.
Colt
I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness
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.
