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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
His bow earns a quiet, honest laugh. Though it's short-lived, it's no less full for it, and it comes more easily than any have in some time. The sigh that naturally follows is rich with a warmth that trickles into all the space the laughter leaves behind, and she feels momentarily lighter for it, less dulled by the aches of all her recent risks and mistakes. It won't last, not entirely, but it's nice to feel it in the moment, to be reminded of how invigorating one good friend can be. If the world is dark and miserable often, Thorn is a nice little nighlight glowing merrily through the gloom.
It shines all the brighter when he agrees to let her stay, the relief noticeable in the way her features relax, everything having been a bit too tightly wound around layers of concerns and issues. Her choices have not been easy of late and her comforts few and far between, so to be afforded this reprieve is a welcome one indeed. "You're a lifesaver Thorn," she smiles, the motion fragile, though not for lack of strength in gratitude or honesty behind it, but because so much of her is currently shifting from on alert to something more relieved. "I very well just might have gone mad if I had to sleep on the ground for one more night." Which is to say, she has no intention of doing so tonight either, even if his room has flooring a far cry nicer than a swaying ship or a sand-riddled canvas.
In fact, she rises out of the chair to cross the room to the other side of the bed. The movement is unhurried, and she kicks her boots off as she goes, the leather and heel clattering haphazardly across the floor with the absent arrangement of someone too weary to be bothered with doing anything more than necessary, and nicely aligning footwear decidedly falls under unnecessary. "He mentioned what?" she says, a touch surprised as she clambers onto the spot beside him, frozen into a kneel. "He brought up our fight, to everyone?" she says tightly, disbelief rapidly replacing all the softness that'd begun to settle. Her fingers curl into the bedding like it could keep her steadier than the image of Sunjata so openly airing their argument. She'd thought him a better man than that, or at least anticipated he'd try talking to her again about it first rather than the whole town, evidently. Not too many hard feelings though, and she finds it incredibly hard to believe someone who'd just throw it all out there didn't feel any one way about it, and shoots Thorn a sharp look meant to imply he need not lie to her to try and soften the reality of the situation.
It shines all the brighter when he agrees to let her stay, the relief noticeable in the way her features relax, everything having been a bit too tightly wound around layers of concerns and issues. Her choices have not been easy of late and her comforts few and far between, so to be afforded this reprieve is a welcome one indeed. "You're a lifesaver Thorn," she smiles, the motion fragile, though not for lack of strength in gratitude or honesty behind it, but because so much of her is currently shifting from on alert to something more relieved. "I very well just might have gone mad if I had to sleep on the ground for one more night." Which is to say, she has no intention of doing so tonight either, even if his room has flooring a far cry nicer than a swaying ship or a sand-riddled canvas.
In fact, she rises out of the chair to cross the room to the other side of the bed. The movement is unhurried, and she kicks her boots off as she goes, the leather and heel clattering haphazardly across the floor with the absent arrangement of someone too weary to be bothered with doing anything more than necessary, and nicely aligning footwear decidedly falls under unnecessary. "He mentioned what?" she says, a touch surprised as she clambers onto the spot beside him, frozen into a kneel. "He brought up our fight, to everyone?" she says tightly, disbelief rapidly replacing all the softness that'd begun to settle. Her fingers curl into the bedding like it could keep her steadier than the image of Sunjata so openly airing their argument. She'd thought him a better man than that, or at least anticipated he'd try talking to her again about it first rather than the whole town, evidently. Not too many hard feelings though, and she finds it incredibly hard to believe someone who'd just throw it all out there didn't feel any one way about it, and shoots Thorn a sharp look meant to imply he need not lie to her to try and soften the reality of the situation.
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.
