Got the windows down and my fingers crossed
His delight is nearly tangible, and she lifts her head from her hands, as if freeing them to reach out an grab it. Instead, her smile settles, posture easing into something that better resembles a smidge of her usual confidence. "Well, gotta keep ya on your toes," she shoots back with a smirk, as if this gesture is no more than a gotcha and not the careful assembly of so many of her recent doubts. The compliment he provides lands, but she can't even pretend to be comfortable enough to claim it, and instead peers in over the wicker as if also curious about what's inside. Truthfully, some of it was packed long enough ago she can't remember every little detail.
He rifles through it like a kid on Christmas morning, and it warms her into something closer to liquid as she leans over the table. It's exactly what he deserves, this sort of appreciation and boundless joy. As long as she's known him, he's been someone who works hard, always tries, and shows up. He has his faults, but they don't detract from him, they improve him, proof of his ability to still do good even with the cracks. She admires his conviction and his self-assurance, and she wishes she had more than a basket to provide.
As he holds up the gummies a short laugh flutters free, the sound still there as a shimmer in her eyes, holding him fast even as she shakes her head in playful disagreement. "If I piss you off I think you'll need something stronger than that." Any other jabs dissolve as he gathers her into his arms, the force of his gratitude a pressure that wraps around her, warm and whole and sure. She loops her own arms around him, joy turning breathless. "I always did say you had good taste," she quips, clearly meaning that in this case who he keeps as friend and company is also included.
As he back ups a bit, the hug breaking, she slides her hand back over the table, leaning into it. "So what're your plans today?" She jolts all the sudden, snatching her hand back. Wedged into the part of her palm that belongs to her thumb is a splinter from the wooden table's edge. With all this heat of late, her skin has been dry and eager to snatch at things, and it gives way easily for the sliver to bury itself deep in her. "Ow, fuck," she hisses, dragging her hand up for inspection, her other thumb and forefinger trying to grab hold and pull it out.
He rifles through it like a kid on Christmas morning, and it warms her into something closer to liquid as she leans over the table. It's exactly what he deserves, this sort of appreciation and boundless joy. As long as she's known him, he's been someone who works hard, always tries, and shows up. He has his faults, but they don't detract from him, they improve him, proof of his ability to still do good even with the cracks. She admires his conviction and his self-assurance, and she wishes she had more than a basket to provide.
As he holds up the gummies a short laugh flutters free, the sound still there as a shimmer in her eyes, holding him fast even as she shakes her head in playful disagreement. "If I piss you off I think you'll need something stronger than that." Any other jabs dissolve as he gathers her into his arms, the force of his gratitude a pressure that wraps around her, warm and whole and sure. She loops her own arms around him, joy turning breathless. "I always did say you had good taste," she quips, clearly meaning that in this case who he keeps as friend and company is also included.
As he back ups a bit, the hug breaking, she slides her hand back over the table, leaning into it. "So what're your plans today?" She jolts all the sudden, snatching her hand back. Wedged into the part of her palm that belongs to her thumb is a splinter from the wooden table's edge. With all this heat of late, her skin has been dry and eager to snatch at things, and it gives way easily for the sliver to bury itself deep in her. "Ow, fuck," she hisses, dragging her hand up for inspection, her other thumb and forefinger trying to grab hold and pull it out.
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.
