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
Her arm folds easily over his side, security found in the closeness, a trust that's remained when so many others have fallen apart. Fingers secure her near his shoulder, chin resting nearby. She's content just to soak in the comfort—warmth and breath and ease. As the lights dim, her eyelids threaten to go with them, aware far too suddenly just how fucking tired she is now that she can finally, fully, rest.
His voice splits the dark, rousing her back before she's descended too far. "Hm?" she answers, a clear response for him to ask, that she's still here and listening. He shifts faintly against her, and she glances up, just catching the corner of his eye as he turns it back. She's no idea what she expected him to say, but round up some unicorns had not been it. She's so caught off guard that a faint laugh passes her lips, head rolling back fuller into her pillow and directing her view to the dark ceiling. "If this is your attempt at a sex position joke, I'd stick with what you're good at," she offers with a smile to the words. Rounding up unicorns sounds like code for an orgy and she's positive he knows all the tips and tricks for that.
Which, leaves the possibility, that he quite literally means it. "Why in the world would you be rounding up actual unicorns?"
His voice splits the dark, rousing her back before she's descended too far. "Hm?" she answers, a clear response for him to ask, that she's still here and listening. He shifts faintly against her, and she glances up, just catching the corner of his eye as he turns it back. She's no idea what she expected him to say, but round up some unicorns had not been it. She's so caught off guard that a faint laugh passes her lips, head rolling back fuller into her pillow and directing her view to the dark ceiling. "If this is your attempt at a sex position joke, I'd stick with what you're good at," she offers with a smile to the words. Rounding up unicorns sounds like code for an orgy and she's positive he knows all the tips and tricks for that.
Which, leaves the possibility, that he quite literally means it. "Why in the world would you be rounding up actual unicorns?"
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.
