COLT
She's a runner, she's a lover, always stuck in her ways
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Pull her closer, think you know her, now she's turning the page
She gave a warning if it's storming, she'll be gone with the rain
Close enough now to see the shades stacked upon shades that pattern his face in the dark, she can better trace the shifts and changes as his jaw grates against a difficult bolus, or his lips lose the shape of a breath and let it go without sound. Silver gilds an outline here and there, but she’s moved on from all the sterling portions of him, waiting instead to see what the indigo of him does.
For all the work she’s done herself to guess at the possibilities, none of them have ever sat right. This one doesn’t either, at first. Anticipating whatever is chewing its way through him and the flash of its teeth turned upon her, her expression has drawn into a point, unintentionally relying on sharpness again to meet this new threat. The arrow of her face flutters though with what he says, all the edges lifting away to something round and wide. ”Whu—“ is all she manages at first, the sound of it dying out as her cheeks puff up around trapped and unspoken disbelief.
Skepticism kicks a brow up, scarcely able to believe this is the best he’s come up with. ”Are you serious?” Telepathy is not impossible, but it’s not so prevalent as other abilities, a fine enough thing for him to feign. Except she can’t imagine a mind reader landing himself in a position like this, sprawled on a lawn in the dark as if he doesn’t have all the answers readily available to him.
This is not one of the ideas that’d even crossed her mind, and it feels like a bad attempt at humor. Nothing about the way he is right now, or the way he looks, makes her believe he’s trying to be funny though, and in response the careful watch of him gradually begins to narrow again. ”Prove it.” An easy enough bid to make him honest.
For all the work she’s done herself to guess at the possibilities, none of them have ever sat right. This one doesn’t either, at first. Anticipating whatever is chewing its way through him and the flash of its teeth turned upon her, her expression has drawn into a point, unintentionally relying on sharpness again to meet this new threat. The arrow of her face flutters though with what he says, all the edges lifting away to something round and wide. ”Whu—“ is all she manages at first, the sound of it dying out as her cheeks puff up around trapped and unspoken disbelief.
Skepticism kicks a brow up, scarcely able to believe this is the best he’s come up with. ”Are you serious?” Telepathy is not impossible, but it’s not so prevalent as other abilities, a fine enough thing for him to feign. Except she can’t imagine a mind reader landing himself in a position like this, sprawled on a lawn in the dark as if he doesn’t have all the answers readily available to him.
This is not one of the ideas that’d even crossed her mind, and it feels like a bad attempt at humor. Nothing about the way he is right now, or the way he looks, makes her believe he’s trying to be funny though, and in response the careful watch of him gradually begins to narrow again. ”Prove it.” An easy enough bid to make him honest.
When she's in it, she's all in it, ain't no holding her back
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
When I'm with her, she's a river moving steady and fast
She's afraid of all the ways her heart is broke like glass
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.
