Tired of searching for someone that I used to be
The question rings louder than he likely meant it. It drones through her, muffling everything else, leaving just its tone to slowly fade out into an eerie quiet. She looks down, half expecting a visible mark to be there, because her chest hurts. Absently, an arm lifts to fold across it, fingers hooking around her own shoulder. The pressure pushes back just right, and she settles beneath it. ”You always have.”
There’s more, perched on the tip of her lip, the shape of it even started, but she pulls the sound of it back down. The way she wishes this had gone different. The way she knows she hadn’t been fair. The way she doesn’t want this to ruin them for good. It feels like it’ll just drag over the scab, and she doesn’t have the courage to bleed in front of him again, not when the last time had gotten them both filthy with it.
It’s easier to focus on the things that are removed from them. Facts, rather than feelings, because those don’t lead her so astray. ”Hak Etme.” She sighs out of her nose, watching the shape of his expression as she flicks her own ash away. ”Think it can be made into something, with enough time and effort.” She’s thought the same before, about people, but she keeps getting proved wrong. Horses though, dogs, she’s done it with them, why not a desert.
There’s more, perched on the tip of her lip, the shape of it even started, but she pulls the sound of it back down. The way she wishes this had gone different. The way she knows she hadn’t been fair. The way she doesn’t want this to ruin them for good. It feels like it’ll just drag over the scab, and she doesn’t have the courage to bleed in front of him again, not when the last time had gotten them both filthy with it.
It’s easier to focus on the things that are removed from them. Facts, rather than feelings, because those don’t lead her so astray. ”Hak Etme.” She sighs out of her nose, watching the shape of his expression as she flicks her own ash away. ”Think it can be made into something, with enough time and effort.” She’s thought the same before, about people, but she keeps getting proved wrong. Horses though, dogs, she’s done it with them, why not a desert.
Colt
Feels like I'm falling again but I'm already on my knees
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.
