COLT
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
Thankfully she's more on the frame than the door itself, so when it swings open she doesn't completely go with it. Still, she stumbles a touch, not having expected the door to open at all. Straightening with a clunk of boots and a slip of her hat deeper onto one side, she greets him in turn. "Thooooorn!" All attempts at brightening are immediately successful, her mood improved naturally just at the sight of him. Gods, she has missed him.
Were he wearing anything other than a glorified loincloth that can be easily stripped away from his body, she'd have wrapped him in a long hug. As it is, she slips into the room after him, heeling the door shut behind her. She reaches to grab onto his arm briefly, fingers curling against the trailing ink with a gentle pressure. "You are a sight for sore eyes," she croons, the relief almost tangible enough to chew on.
Releasing him to fall onto the seat at his desk, she crosses one leg over the other and leans into a spot between some eyeliners. "Oh hon, I'm pretty certain I owe you the apology for showing up unannounced," she tsks, gently shaking her head to wave away his apologies like the silly things they are. "Besides, I promise you this is an upgrade from hot, sandy tents." She might find beauty in the desert's harsher portions, but she also can't wait to finally have a real house again. Soon, she hopes.
"I'm not stealing your time, am I?" she wonders, brows rising as she glances down at his current state, less certain if it's the end of the night or the start, or perhaps a quick dip in-between sessions, depending on how messy things got before.
Were he wearing anything other than a glorified loincloth that can be easily stripped away from his body, she'd have wrapped him in a long hug. As it is, she slips into the room after him, heeling the door shut behind her. She reaches to grab onto his arm briefly, fingers curling against the trailing ink with a gentle pressure. "You are a sight for sore eyes," she croons, the relief almost tangible enough to chew on.
Releasing him to fall onto the seat at his desk, she crosses one leg over the other and leans into a spot between some eyeliners. "Oh hon, I'm pretty certain I owe you the apology for showing up unannounced," she tsks, gently shaking her head to wave away his apologies like the silly things they are. "Besides, I promise you this is an upgrade from hot, sandy tents." She might find beauty in the desert's harsher portions, but she also can't wait to finally have a real house again. Soon, she hopes.
"I'm not stealing your time, am I?" she wonders, brows rising as she glances down at his current state, less certain if it's the end of the night or the start, or perhaps a quick dip in-between sessions, depending on how messy things got 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.
