Tryin' to stay between the lines of who I am and who I used to be
It feels like watching sunlight hit a bottle and scatter wrong across the wall. It's beautiful at first, but then the angle shifts, and suddenly all the brightness cuts harsh and strange, and shadows pour back through underneath it, the light refracted too far away. What should have been a snug layer of joy descending over her is instead pulled too taut too fast. It cracks where it's too thin, and the dread bubbles back up.
Her thoughts have run away with her again, like a nightmare she can't seem to tame. Where it tears across her mind, wrinkles edge up, just waiting to be pulled back to reveal the actual reality beneath this blanketed one. The fact that her home is no longer here, that it's deepfrost, that the flood of a man is close at hand this time. She doesn't notice them though, not when fear is like a too-bright shine to see through, every sensation amplified into something larger than it deserves. Although, Sunjata casts a nice shadow.
His words strike her with a muffled effect, distorted as if she's caught inside something and he's standing beyond it. Still, it turns her gaze up towards him, beckoned by the sounds. A flicker of relief registers when she sees him. His embrace lands a bit more sure, feeding some strength to her. There's an undercurrent of knowledge that she's survived this once before, and she could again. It's the only thing that keeps her from completely disassembling back into anger or anguish, because this time, she hasn't lost everything.
"It's burning," she murmurs into his jacket, tight and terrified. Fingers dig into his fabric as she tucks in tighter, trying to hide in his clothing like bedsheets keeping away monsters and bad dreams at night. Tears come quick and hot, weight sagging into him near completely. "I couldn't stop it again." Everything's loosened by the effects of what he gave her. Feelings have grown long and exaggerated. Thoughts have melted together and run off like a spilled drink on a table. Her body feels delayed in its response, as if heavy and light simultaneously.
Her thoughts have run away with her again, like a nightmare she can't seem to tame. Where it tears across her mind, wrinkles edge up, just waiting to be pulled back to reveal the actual reality beneath this blanketed one. The fact that her home is no longer here, that it's deepfrost, that the flood of a man is close at hand this time. She doesn't notice them though, not when fear is like a too-bright shine to see through, every sensation amplified into something larger than it deserves. Although, Sunjata casts a nice shadow.
His words strike her with a muffled effect, distorted as if she's caught inside something and he's standing beyond it. Still, it turns her gaze up towards him, beckoned by the sounds. A flicker of relief registers when she sees him. His embrace lands a bit more sure, feeding some strength to her. There's an undercurrent of knowledge that she's survived this once before, and she could again. It's the only thing that keeps her from completely disassembling back into anger or anguish, because this time, she hasn't lost everything.
"It's burning," she murmurs into his jacket, tight and terrified. Fingers dig into his fabric as she tucks in tighter, trying to hide in his clothing like bedsheets keeping away monsters and bad dreams at night. Tears come quick and hot, weight sagging into him near completely. "I couldn't stop it again." Everything's loosened by the effects of what he gave her. Feelings have grown long and exaggerated. Thoughts have melted together and run off like a spilled drink on a table. Her body feels delayed in its response, as if heavy and light simultaneously.
Colt
I been livin', I been losin', findin' out that I can't run from me
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.
