// You could be lonely, or heartbroken—Or hungover from the night before //
The curl of his breath against her ear as he leans in with the message echoes into some far reach of her body, a corner of her soul lifting up and coiling tight. "Yeah," she sighs outwardly, a soft smile and a glance offered over to Thorn as an easy acknowledgement of what he means. "Seems to have." In actuality, the depth of it rocks through her, feeling briefly like she's gripping the edges of a meager rowboat amid the gleeful toss of the open sea in a storm. It forces an uneven step, one she passes off as leaning deeper into Thorn's side, the outcome of a hilly landscape strewn beneath the dark and not the awareness of how thoroughly her words bit into the Archon.
"It is a better way to wait out the dawn," she admits, a conclusion she'd come to last year, when company had vastly improved the experience compared to her habit of wandering old memories alone. She doesn't permit herself to dwell on that thought for long, the gravity of Longnight's only starlight buried in there, although she brushes against it like fingertips unable to resist skimming over velvet.
It's what makes the sight of light glinting off trinkets so captivating, hauling her focus, and her friend, to the booth with an immediacy for distraction. Plucking a pair of blue topaz teardrop earrings, she considers them for a moment before Thorn redirects her gaze to his pair. "Oooh," she appraises at once, gently reaching out to run her thumb around them. "Those will suit you nicely." Her smile beams out, settling into a more natural line as old shadows pull away with the present firelight. "How do you manage to have such impeccable taste all the time?" Though she slips it out with a teasing quality, it's equally as genuine. Thorn manages to make even post-shower comfort look glamorous, the sort of beauty that's effortless for something like flowers and sunsets.
Putting back the topaz as the desert spills over the accessories, Colt's gaze brightens with honest delight as it lifts from the stand to him. "First hint of light and I'm calling down Rae." It's said with the certainty of a plan that's been practiced, rolled over time and again in her mind. "With some divine help, we'll be able to clear out what we need from the jungle to make a genuine town."
"It is a better way to wait out the dawn," she admits, a conclusion she'd come to last year, when company had vastly improved the experience compared to her habit of wandering old memories alone. She doesn't permit herself to dwell on that thought for long, the gravity of Longnight's only starlight buried in there, although she brushes against it like fingertips unable to resist skimming over velvet.
It's what makes the sight of light glinting off trinkets so captivating, hauling her focus, and her friend, to the booth with an immediacy for distraction. Plucking a pair of blue topaz teardrop earrings, she considers them for a moment before Thorn redirects her gaze to his pair. "Oooh," she appraises at once, gently reaching out to run her thumb around them. "Those will suit you nicely." Her smile beams out, settling into a more natural line as old shadows pull away with the present firelight. "How do you manage to have such impeccable taste all the time?" Though she slips it out with a teasing quality, it's equally as genuine. Thorn manages to make even post-shower comfort look glamorous, the sort of beauty that's effortless for something like flowers and sunsets.
Putting back the topaz as the desert spills over the accessories, Colt's gaze brightens with honest delight as it lifts from the stand to him. "First hint of light and I'm calling down Rae." It's said with the certainty of a plan that's been practiced, rolled over time and again in her mind. "With some divine help, we'll be able to clear out what we need from the jungle to make a genuine town."
COLT
// Turn that frown into a smile real quick—There ain't nothin' that a beer can't fix //
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.
