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
The choice that is extended to her feels about as genuine as the ones she gives her horses. Bend the way I want or feel a spur. She finds an immediate distaste for the illusion of it. Later she might be of a sounder mind to recognize the fact that he likely felt the same all along, because wishing for more or better options doesn't produce them.
Friends slides down into her chest with a heat that means to turn things to ash. Bile rises in response, climbing up her throat and shaping her mouth around an immediate refusal, but the scald of it all has burned her words away. She can't imagine how to find the space between holding him and holding him back, but she has never tried. Distance has already failed them, though perhaps it would fare better now without the thorn he'd driven between them, attempting to score every memory and reminder. Nearness hadn't managed any better, wringing them both out until they had cracked and splintered, slivers burying into one another. Without teeth constantly bared, maybe they'd have the capability to stand closer now without being bitten each time. Although no friend of hers surfaces in her mind every day, and...
Abruptly aware that he's following every turn she makes, she stiffens, gaze darting away as though not seeing him might shelter her. She stares into the dark and does her best to wash her thoughts of him, although that belongs to him too. Her hands snap up some bits of grass, and the feeling gives her an anchor as her fingers begin to tear and toss away bits of the blades like morose confetti. "I'm not choosing tonight." The decision pulls itself thin over her teeth as her features draw into something taut, the sound low with its fragile discipline. Her hands still as she looks back to him, the amber of her unable to settle as she tries to hold onto all of him in the only way she still can.
She doesn't know what answer she expected from him, nor which one she entirely wanted, not when there's too much pressing in on her. Gradually, she's buckling beneath it, anything else too much while she's tried to keep it all from collapsing over a moment she never expects to have again. Not just a chance to sit with him, but something far more precious, rare enough that she can't even name it. Unarmored in all the ways she has never been able to give in return, not willingly anyway, he let her know him. The moment they depart from here, that will inevitably change. The world is too unkind to stay bare for long, and even her hands can bruise what he doesn't protect. Especially her hands. She glances down at them, wet from the torn grass, and it might as well be the slick shine of blood.
Gathering the weight of everything laid at her feet, Colt moves to stand, every inch of it reluctant, as though she hasn't quite figured out how to carry this meadow with her, or how to leave it behind.
Friends slides down into her chest with a heat that means to turn things to ash. Bile rises in response, climbing up her throat and shaping her mouth around an immediate refusal, but the scald of it all has burned her words away. She can't imagine how to find the space between holding him and holding him back, but she has never tried. Distance has already failed them, though perhaps it would fare better now without the thorn he'd driven between them, attempting to score every memory and reminder. Nearness hadn't managed any better, wringing them both out until they had cracked and splintered, slivers burying into one another. Without teeth constantly bared, maybe they'd have the capability to stand closer now without being bitten each time. Although no friend of hers surfaces in her mind every day, and...
Abruptly aware that he's following every turn she makes, she stiffens, gaze darting away as though not seeing him might shelter her. She stares into the dark and does her best to wash her thoughts of him, although that belongs to him too. Her hands snap up some bits of grass, and the feeling gives her an anchor as her fingers begin to tear and toss away bits of the blades like morose confetti. "I'm not choosing tonight." The decision pulls itself thin over her teeth as her features draw into something taut, the sound low with its fragile discipline. Her hands still as she looks back to him, the amber of her unable to settle as she tries to hold onto all of him in the only way she still can.
She doesn't know what answer she expected from him, nor which one she entirely wanted, not when there's too much pressing in on her. Gradually, she's buckling beneath it, anything else too much while she's tried to keep it all from collapsing over a moment she never expects to have again. Not just a chance to sit with him, but something far more precious, rare enough that she can't even name it. Unarmored in all the ways she has never been able to give in return, not willingly anyway, he let her know him. The moment they depart from here, that will inevitably change. The world is too unkind to stay bare for long, and even her hands can bruise what he doesn't protect. Especially her hands. She glances down at them, wet from the torn grass, and it might as well be the slick shine of blood.
Gathering the weight of everything laid at her feet, Colt moves to stand, every inch of it reluctant, as though she hasn't quite figured out how to carry this meadow with her, or how to leave it behind.
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.
