She fit there, nestled into him all tucked away in his arms. It didn’t matter how they reached around, the way they fell around her small body, they felt made for her, like the perfect lock surrounding its key. Protecting her not just from the cold, or Frank and any shit like him, but everything else that would seek to take the easy smile spreading across her face and the way her body eventually relaxed, enjoying the attention. This was more his speed, and while the Coterie kept him busy, he’d have no qualms about investing every bit of his spare time in wowing her with the places on his list to show her.
Colt’s brow furrowed, hearing her confirm the chill, hand pulling hers back under and adjusting the fabric to mitigate it as best he could. [color=#c10300]“C’mere.”[/color] He pulled her a little higher, chin now resting over her shoulder, cheeks tinged rosy as he stared up at the sky and not, what admittedly would be an equally nice view, down at the valley of her chest. He instead squeezed her hand as her fingers slid through his, thumb beginning to draw idle circles across skin.
Quiet amusement curled at his lip when asked about his stories, his gaze shifted off somewhere, thinking about it before beginning an answer. He could tell her things, nothing in detail of course, just the stupid close calls or fuck ups, nothing too hairy, nothing where he had to stick someone. He didn’t like those stories, those ones reminding him all too well that he did have a temper and where it stemmed from. [color=#c10300]“Maybe one or two, might be somethin’ in the clouds reminds me of some.”[/color] His brow perked though at the question of tragic backstories, a ripple of tension coursed through him despite she meant it in jest.
[color=#c10300]“You think I got a tragic story?”[/color] he’d ask, following it up with a slight snort. [color=#c10300]“Na, na. Loads of folks worse off than towering Colton. I got all I need and more right now.”[/color] With that said, he returned her kiss though again, planted it on her head and not her cheek, shifting his head to her opposite shoulder. [color=#c10300]“You can ask,”[/color] he’d eventually offer, [color=#c10300]“I ain’t got some terrible gruesome tale, it’s a pretty common one honestly.”[/color] He wasn’t the only kid beaten around by their guardians, many became rats like him, but few managed to get a leg up in the Coterie and made the cut.
He goes quiet for a short while, mind digesting her words and what they might mean. [color=#008e02]Whatever this is…[/color] This unspoken thing, unknown thing. He just understood there was an attraction there that went beyond the physical. Her wellbeing mattered to him. [color=#c10300]“I like hearin’ you talkin’ and I’d say I’m game for most things to gibber about… just not the wee ankle-biting healer.”[/color] The smirk across his face was comical, and Colt happily took his shoots where he could, but when they were off doing things, he didn't want to be reminded of the blonde shit-head that consumed her every time he passed through.
Colt’s brow furrowed, hearing her confirm the chill, hand pulling hers back under and adjusting the fabric to mitigate it as best he could. [color=#c10300]“C’mere.”[/color] He pulled her a little higher, chin now resting over her shoulder, cheeks tinged rosy as he stared up at the sky and not, what admittedly would be an equally nice view, down at the valley of her chest. He instead squeezed her hand as her fingers slid through his, thumb beginning to draw idle circles across skin.
Quiet amusement curled at his lip when asked about his stories, his gaze shifted off somewhere, thinking about it before beginning an answer. He could tell her things, nothing in detail of course, just the stupid close calls or fuck ups, nothing too hairy, nothing where he had to stick someone. He didn’t like those stories, those ones reminding him all too well that he did have a temper and where it stemmed from. [color=#c10300]“Maybe one or two, might be somethin’ in the clouds reminds me of some.”[/color] His brow perked though at the question of tragic backstories, a ripple of tension coursed through him despite she meant it in jest.
[color=#c10300]“You think I got a tragic story?”[/color] he’d ask, following it up with a slight snort. [color=#c10300]“Na, na. Loads of folks worse off than towering Colton. I got all I need and more right now.”[/color] With that said, he returned her kiss though again, planted it on her head and not her cheek, shifting his head to her opposite shoulder. [color=#c10300]“You can ask,”[/color] he’d eventually offer, [color=#c10300]“I ain’t got some terrible gruesome tale, it’s a pretty common one honestly.”[/color] He wasn’t the only kid beaten around by their guardians, many became rats like him, but few managed to get a leg up in the Coterie and made the cut.
He goes quiet for a short while, mind digesting her words and what they might mean. [color=#008e02]Whatever this is…[/color] This unspoken thing, unknown thing. He just understood there was an attraction there that went beyond the physical. Her wellbeing mattered to him. [color=#c10300]“I like hearin’ you talkin’ and I’d say I’m game for most things to gibber about… just not the wee ankle-biting healer.”[/color] The smirk across his face was comical, and Colt happily took his shoots where he could, but when they were off doing things, he didn't want to be reminded of the blonde shit-head that consumed her every time he passed through.
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