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
Although it's a natural question to ask given what she's doing and where she's been, he has no idea how loaded it is after what just happened today. Not quite able to tame the face she makes in time, something akin to a grimace eeks out before she tugs into something that could almost pass for charming. "Oh, you know, ups and downs," she hums, the vibration along her jaw reminding her to keep it unclenched.
Still trying to steer herself away from the abysmal pit of hell just raised, she immediately focuses on the much more appealing aspect of him. "Perfect!" she trills, an honest joy easily found at the prospect of keeping him all to herself for some time yet. "That's the exact answer I was hoping for," she says after his retreating shape, gaze following the arc of the towel as it shoots out and nearly coils itself neatly in the basket.
Her gaze finds him the moment he steps out, lifting from the idle observation of his makeup as if cataloguing what she might need to add to her own. His is surely work resistant enough to serve her just as well, and given that it always looks impeccable, he knows some secret she doesn't. "Like a duck misses water when it's flyin'," she laughs, leaning the shape of her smile into the curl of her hand where it's propped up on the desk. She dodges the first question, at first, rather on purpose, only a faint purse of her lips offered before her simpler remark streaks past with enough sunshine to suggest she's pocketed it from Hak Etme.
It dims marginally as she circles back though, shifting noticeably in the seat, one leg uncrossing to set the other one over. Her attention wanders off the casual sit on the darkening marks of past passions, trailing around his room instead as if she might find the right answer neatly folded away in some nook or cranny here, placed just for her. "Aside from comin' to see you, of course, I'm hoping I might be able to crash here tonight?" Her other hand threads through her wig hair, although the moment she touches it she's reminded of it, the soothe not quite the same, and her palm instead sinks to her leg. "I'd rent my own room to save you the bother, except I'm not entirely sure I'm welcome to any more." Sunjata hadn't exactly said come on back whenever you like, and while she'd like to think the Heartless wouldn't barr her quite so bluntly, some part of her is afraid to risk finding out fully. Better to ask forgiveness than permission in this case, she thinks.
Still trying to steer herself away from the abysmal pit of hell just raised, she immediately focuses on the much more appealing aspect of him. "Perfect!" she trills, an honest joy easily found at the prospect of keeping him all to herself for some time yet. "That's the exact answer I was hoping for," she says after his retreating shape, gaze following the arc of the towel as it shoots out and nearly coils itself neatly in the basket.
Her gaze finds him the moment he steps out, lifting from the idle observation of his makeup as if cataloguing what she might need to add to her own. His is surely work resistant enough to serve her just as well, and given that it always looks impeccable, he knows some secret she doesn't. "Like a duck misses water when it's flyin'," she laughs, leaning the shape of her smile into the curl of her hand where it's propped up on the desk. She dodges the first question, at first, rather on purpose, only a faint purse of her lips offered before her simpler remark streaks past with enough sunshine to suggest she's pocketed it from Hak Etme.
It dims marginally as she circles back though, shifting noticeably in the seat, one leg uncrossing to set the other one over. Her attention wanders off the casual sit on the darkening marks of past passions, trailing around his room instead as if she might find the right answer neatly folded away in some nook or cranny here, placed just for her. "Aside from comin' to see you, of course, I'm hoping I might be able to crash here tonight?" Her other hand threads through her wig hair, although the moment she touches it she's reminded of it, the soothe not quite the same, and her palm instead sinks to her leg. "I'd rent my own room to save you the bother, except I'm not entirely sure I'm welcome to any more." Sunjata hadn't exactly said come on back whenever you like, and while she'd like to think the Heartless wouldn't barr her quite so bluntly, some part of her is afraid to risk finding out fully. Better to ask forgiveness than permission in this case, she thinks.
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.
