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We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
She doesn't just stop before the familiar door in the House of Midnight, but she leans on it, her shoulder digging into the frame amid the slump of her gold hair. Her boots angle out, fighting to keep her upright but not bothering to do more than stay still in order to get there. Her head is dipped in a bit, teeth pulling at her lower lip.
She'd breezed right through the front doors of the House, ghosting through the usual bar area she'd settle into, avoiding all eye contact with anyone familiar, or almost worse, new faces she hasn't learned yet because she's been gone. She came swiftly to this very particular door, the one that belongs to Thorn's room. She lingers just outside, given pause when her selfish thoughts quickly arrested her, curling in with the worry that she'd be interrupting his work. Bad for him, bad for her too.
She waits now, because she's trying to reshape the downtrodden look of her into something that could pass as just travel weary and nothing worse. She is determined not to bring complaints and fury to her friend's doorstep, least of all for the first time that she's seen him in what feels like ages. It's only been a week or two, truthfully, but so much has happened, and that's longer than ever before.
She'd breezed right through the front doors of the House, ghosting through the usual bar area she'd settle into, avoiding all eye contact with anyone familiar, or almost worse, new faces she hasn't learned yet because she's been gone. She came swiftly to this very particular door, the one that belongs to Thorn's room. She lingers just outside, given pause when her selfish thoughts quickly arrested her, curling in with the worry that she'd be interrupting his work. Bad for him, bad for her too.
She waits now, because she's trying to reshape the downtrodden look of her into something that could pass as just travel weary and nothing worse. She is determined not to bring complaints and fury to her friend's doorstep, least of all for the first time that she's seen him in what feels like ages. It's only been a week or two, truthfully, but so much has happened, and that's longer than ever before.
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
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.
