I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky
"Mmhm, well your face better keep saying the same thing once some of it's in your mouth," she teases out the warning with a curl deepening her smile. Easy enough for him to placate her now with a reassurance, she'd see if he'd hold up come the moment of truth. "I think I can whip up some burgers. Surely can't go too wrong there." Drown it in enough ketchup and mayo and even burnt it could be tolerable, but at least where meat's concerned, Colt's got a handle on that.
Further pleased that he seems willing to keep playing along with her game, the blindfold far too easy for him to rip off otherwise, she brightens considerably and tugs him along faster after her. This is only helped by the wet link he puts between them, the addition earning a surprised lift of her brows as she glances down. "Skilled in bed and in washing, if only you could cook too," she grins, leading him with her into the shower. "If you'd be so kind," she murmurs, smoothing out his palm between them and placing some soap there for him to add water and lather to. Warm, she hopes it goes without saying, but she assumes he's done this before to not need further instruction.
The night winds on from the washing to the cooking, and she pries for as much comfort from him and offers it in turn as can be managed. It's a temporary respite to everything, she knows, but the loss is a problem for future her, so for the now she is content to live in the moment of something close enough to warmth and want that everything else falls away. When he leaves, she'll give him his payment and tug back on her wig so he can finally get his eyes back.
[FIN]
Further pleased that he seems willing to keep playing along with her game, the blindfold far too easy for him to rip off otherwise, she brightens considerably and tugs him along faster after her. This is only helped by the wet link he puts between them, the addition earning a surprised lift of her brows as she glances down. "Skilled in bed and in washing, if only you could cook too," she grins, leading him with her into the shower. "If you'd be so kind," she murmurs, smoothing out his palm between them and placing some soap there for him to add water and lather to. Warm, she hopes it goes without saying, but she assumes he's done this before to not need further instruction.
The night winds on from the washing to the cooking, and she pries for as much comfort from him and offers it in turn as can be managed. It's a temporary respite to everything, she knows, but the loss is a problem for future her, so for the now she is content to live in the moment of something close enough to warmth and want that everything else falls away. When he leaves, she'll give him his payment and tug back on her wig so he can finally get his eyes back.
[FIN]
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.
