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
There's little mercy left in hearing how he'd tried to shape her hatred. The right way, indicating a span of consideration for how he could strike her for the most effective shatter. She’s seen monsters before. Married one. Buried one. Vesper has never been a monster, even on the worst days when she tried to turn him into one, but there is something uniquely monstrous about how carefully he'd intentionally damaged her. Despite the reasons and the sense that could be attributed to them, she recoils from that knowledge with a swallow that leaves her mouth overly dry.
Unfortunately, it all seems to drift back to that, his question just the next return to it. She's confused initially by the ask, brow furrowing with an effort of concentration. He picks up conversation where none had been. Not out loud, she realizes, struck still all over again with how easily he'd done it. He just reached into her mind and cupped a passing voice of hers up to his ears. Her stomach somersaults, not fully acclimated to the constant company of him, only seeming to expect it sometimes before turning a corner and finding him there again. "Oh," comes the soft surprise before she reaches to drag that line of thought back into full form, one of so many at the moment it hasn't fully realized itself, not until he asked her to look at it properly.
"Just that...you made a choice for us." There had never been a chance to finish becoming before he'd already decided what they were. "If we'd had this, then, without all this past year..." Her gaze slips off him with a sigh, trying to put to words what she's barely had time to sit with in mind, not yet made neat with the steady roll of turning it over and over again first, tumbling it into something shiny and smooth. "You decided what the cost could be without ever asking what I'd be willing to pay." Her amber settles back on him, voice gone a little brittle at the corners where the strain of it all pulls at her.
She might not know what hearing every slide of his thought is like behind his words, beneath his actions, but she has found ways to manufacture ideas in the silence that do a fine enough job of seeding doubt and hurt. If he'd been nicked by her mind, she knows precisely what that's like.
An ache that feels like finally falling into bed at the end of a long day finds her the moment his hand does. It's the unwinding of something that's been bound, the relief of the pressure its own twisted variety. Her spine trembles as caution gradually gives up the tension of staying so knotted just to avoid having any clean lines left to trip on.
"I've missed you." The small, rough sound of her voice is pushed out like she means to beat the thought. It's nothing but a truth, no deeper disguise built around it, and if it wounds, she can't tell one more cut from the next right now.
Unfortunately, it all seems to drift back to that, his question just the next return to it. She's confused initially by the ask, brow furrowing with an effort of concentration. He picks up conversation where none had been. Not out loud, she realizes, struck still all over again with how easily he'd done it. He just reached into her mind and cupped a passing voice of hers up to his ears. Her stomach somersaults, not fully acclimated to the constant company of him, only seeming to expect it sometimes before turning a corner and finding him there again. "Oh," comes the soft surprise before she reaches to drag that line of thought back into full form, one of so many at the moment it hasn't fully realized itself, not until he asked her to look at it properly.
"Just that...you made a choice for us." There had never been a chance to finish becoming before he'd already decided what they were. "If we'd had this, then, without all this past year..." Her gaze slips off him with a sigh, trying to put to words what she's barely had time to sit with in mind, not yet made neat with the steady roll of turning it over and over again first, tumbling it into something shiny and smooth. "You decided what the cost could be without ever asking what I'd be willing to pay." Her amber settles back on him, voice gone a little brittle at the corners where the strain of it all pulls at her.
She might not know what hearing every slide of his thought is like behind his words, beneath his actions, but she has found ways to manufacture ideas in the silence that do a fine enough job of seeding doubt and hurt. If he'd been nicked by her mind, she knows precisely what that's like.
An ache that feels like finally falling into bed at the end of a long day finds her the moment his hand does. It's the unwinding of something that's been bound, the relief of the pressure its own twisted variety. Her spine trembles as caution gradually gives up the tension of staying so knotted just to avoid having any clean lines left to trip on.
"I've missed you." The small, rough sound of her voice is pushed out like she means to beat the thought. It's nothing but a truth, no deeper disguise built around it, and if it wounds, she can't tell one more cut from the next right now.
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.
