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
She is momentarily pinned by the look he gives her. It slides right through her, expertly honing in on the root of her thoughts and pressing down. She tucks her chin tighter, guarding against the exposure. "There's no need." The sound comes a bit smaller than she means, lashes lowering with her breath into the canyon of bedspread and space still carved between them. It sounds plain, at first. A clear sign that she doesn't want it, the knowing, the updates, the anything more to do with it. That might be an easier thing to want, truthfully. "I said I'd come back to visit you, so I'll get to see it for myself." The words lift a little fuller, more sure now, rising with the stare she drags up to his face. "This one was a surprise visit, but the rest won't be so sudden and in the middle of the night." Her smile twists, wry.
Where that'd felt like standing on the edge of something, the rush of retelling her most recent adventures feels like lying flat on the ground and soaking in the heat and the breeze all over. Her grin arcs deeper, expression bright and open as she demonstrates with a hand at her hip. "Up to here," she says with all the incredulity that a plant-bug-monster of that size deserves. "If I wasn't a farmer before I'm certainly not now," she laughs, meaning that she's got no interest in trying to wrangle such vicious plants. The truth of the matter is that she is dipping her toes into the soil, er sand, to try a hand at growing something, though he involvement isn't so direct as clawing her fingers through the ground.
As she reins in the breathless heat and light that has been her life of late, slowing down the moment to just the presence of him, as strong and steady as a pulse and just as vital for her, she smiles at the fidgeting. "Such a dangerous combo," she muses, of someone being both hot and frustrating, and while it's true she's absolutely trying to goad more of a rise from him. That swiftly derails the moment she's licked, her smile dropping away into an open-mouth gasp of dismay. "EW, Thorn!" she admonishes, hand recoiling in horror. Then, because Colt absolutely believes in getting even, she pops her finger into her mouth. She half-rises with her reach just afterwards, needing to move quickly before he can catch on and put up proper defenses. She aims to deliver the wet-willy right into his ear, finger flicking the wetness ruthlessly.
Where that'd felt like standing on the edge of something, the rush of retelling her most recent adventures feels like lying flat on the ground and soaking in the heat and the breeze all over. Her grin arcs deeper, expression bright and open as she demonstrates with a hand at her hip. "Up to here," she says with all the incredulity that a plant-bug-monster of that size deserves. "If I wasn't a farmer before I'm certainly not now," she laughs, meaning that she's got no interest in trying to wrangle such vicious plants. The truth of the matter is that she is dipping her toes into the soil, er sand, to try a hand at growing something, though he involvement isn't so direct as clawing her fingers through the ground.
As she reins in the breathless heat and light that has been her life of late, slowing down the moment to just the presence of him, as strong and steady as a pulse and just as vital for her, she smiles at the fidgeting. "Such a dangerous combo," she muses, of someone being both hot and frustrating, and while it's true she's absolutely trying to goad more of a rise from him. That swiftly derails the moment she's licked, her smile dropping away into an open-mouth gasp of dismay. "EW, Thorn!" she admonishes, hand recoiling in horror. Then, because Colt absolutely believes in getting even, she pops her finger into her mouth. She half-rises with her reach just afterwards, needing to move quickly before he can catch on and put up proper defenses. She aims to deliver the wet-willy right into his ear, finger flicking the wetness ruthlessly.
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.
