Got the windows down and my fingers crossed
The easy return of his greeting, bright and inviting as always, is a sunbeam breaking through clouds she's gotten so used to that she didn't realize she's been squinting through the gloom. It softens the edges of her smile, a place that's grown too sharp as of late, even if her requests to Frey have asked for even more. His tattoos ripple a bit with the movement of his turn, ink sliding beneath the veil of fabric, and she's instantly breathing with fresh relief as she nears him.
Leaning onto her elbows beside the basket, palms claiming her head with a casual tilt as the happiness leaks from her in a small laugh, she slides the gift basket towards him. "No picnic, although that would have been a good idea," she laments with a sigh. Despite everything, the gaze that finds him is a cautious one, and despite the joy plain on her face, her expression stays small, all the posture of a dog apologizing for barking out of turn. "An apology basket for you," she clarifies. "Although I have a new apology to go with it, because it shouldn't've taken so long. First, you were gone doing that construction in Stormbreak, then I had the rodeo to announce all over Caido, and prepping for it, so many fires breaking out, and..." she trails off quietly, biting at her bottom lip and drumming a row of fingers once against her cheek. "Anyway, the longer it took and the further I traveled, the more good shit I got you, so." she gestures for him to open it, as it were, watching with an impatience that's more familiar than she'd own up to.
She can't help but lean in with a dependency for his approval. Much as she'd like to pretend her skin's thick enough not to let slights bury in her, she gets a bit tired of playing at imagination instead of reality all the time. "You put up with all my bullshit, and I'm not always the best. I know I ask a lot, and I don't always say thank you, and I just, well—you deserved a proper apology and gratitude, Thorn." She explains in a rush. It's a bit of a bribe, to stay, to try and ignore the parts of her she knows are shitty and hard to deal with. It all seems fine now, sure, but the ground has seemed steady before and still given way. Enough times of it happening and she can't look anywhere but at herself and wonder if she's the reason she always finds herself alone.
The gift basket contains the following: a cigarette pack and gummy edibles from SB (acquired pre-city collapse), matches that light in different colors and glitter-infused eyeliner from HG, several rums and a shirt with more holes than fabric from TL, artisanal meats and cheeses from Halo, stationery with Thorn's name embossed in gold and made out of pressed hawthorn leaves from the GW, and homemade red velvet cupcakes.
Leaning onto her elbows beside the basket, palms claiming her head with a casual tilt as the happiness leaks from her in a small laugh, she slides the gift basket towards him. "No picnic, although that would have been a good idea," she laments with a sigh. Despite everything, the gaze that finds him is a cautious one, and despite the joy plain on her face, her expression stays small, all the posture of a dog apologizing for barking out of turn. "An apology basket for you," she clarifies. "Although I have a new apology to go with it, because it shouldn't've taken so long. First, you were gone doing that construction in Stormbreak, then I had the rodeo to announce all over Caido, and prepping for it, so many fires breaking out, and..." she trails off quietly, biting at her bottom lip and drumming a row of fingers once against her cheek. "Anyway, the longer it took and the further I traveled, the more good shit I got you, so." she gestures for him to open it, as it were, watching with an impatience that's more familiar than she'd own up to.
She can't help but lean in with a dependency for his approval. Much as she'd like to pretend her skin's thick enough not to let slights bury in her, she gets a bit tired of playing at imagination instead of reality all the time. "You put up with all my bullshit, and I'm not always the best. I know I ask a lot, and I don't always say thank you, and I just, well—you deserved a proper apology and gratitude, Thorn." She explains in a rush. It's a bit of a bribe, to stay, to try and ignore the parts of her she knows are shitty and hard to deal with. It all seems fine now, sure, but the ground has seemed steady before and still given way. Enough times of it happening and she can't look anywhere but at herself and wonder if she's the reason she always finds herself alone.
The gift basket contains the following: a cigarette pack and gummy edibles from SB (acquired pre-city collapse), matches that light in different colors and glitter-infused eyeliner from HG, several rums and a shirt with more holes than fabric from TL, artisanal meats and cheeses from Halo, stationery with Thorn's name embossed in gold and made out of pressed hawthorn leaves from the GW, and homemade red velvet cupcakes.
Colt
Just lookin' for a brand new way to get lost
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.
