[color=#c10300]“Yes Ma’am. Loud and clear,”[/color] and that would close the topic of his possible overstep.
Colt’s grin flickered higher at the brush of her thumb, cheeks already dusted red deepened. The urge to just wrap her up in his arms was almost enough to initiate the reaction, though that would scupper their entire plans for the day and he had made plans. A few extra treats, nothing fancy, but Colt had tried to anticipate a few things.
Somewhere though, there was an elf cackling that this was all just some “fairy tale shite,” her side saddled and led by some chump of a Prince. The locksmith paid it no mind, shaking away the lingering shadow of a healer. Now wasn’t the time to let the tiny doubt and worry that sought to clamp his mouth shut, win, Colt was already ahead. The blonde couldn’t claim to have stolen Mina away from the Back Water for a private few hours or day. Point to Colt, game on hamster.
She’d be right. He wouldn’t ever tell her the details of a favour, mundane or otherwise. He wasn’t sure how, but the minute her teasing hit his ear Colt choked, spluttering to clear it before simply dumbly nodding along. He helped her get comfortable before lightly guiding the reins onwards convinced she was pleased with the red hot beaming of his ears. [color=#c10300]“You gonna get yourself in trouble one day,”[/color] the curl of his grin tugged higher and he’d habitually flash her a wink in a vain effort to gain back some ground.
[color=#c10300]“I will make it a point that the Lady doesn’t bruise her arse on the way down, yes,”[/color] Colt shot back, [color=#c10300]“if it does, well, a kiss better will see it right. That’s no invitation to fling yourself about, think o’ poor Bessie,”[/color] and poor Colt. Shit. Him and his blabbering mouth.
Scenery Colt, talk about the scenery. [color=#c10300]“Been on a few, not spent time on them long like we will. Most of the time we’d be smuggling stuff from ships to the shore or vice versa,”[/color] his shoulders jostled. [color=#c10300]“So… you wanna guess at what you might see, or you gonna be surprised by every corner?”[/color] His brows wiggled cheekily at her, head turning to look back on the path ahead of them. [color=#c10300]“I think you’ll like the water most.”[/color]
Colt’s grin flickered higher at the brush of her thumb, cheeks already dusted red deepened. The urge to just wrap her up in his arms was almost enough to initiate the reaction, though that would scupper their entire plans for the day and he had made plans. A few extra treats, nothing fancy, but Colt had tried to anticipate a few things.
Somewhere though, there was an elf cackling that this was all just some “fairy tale shite,” her side saddled and led by some chump of a Prince. The locksmith paid it no mind, shaking away the lingering shadow of a healer. Now wasn’t the time to let the tiny doubt and worry that sought to clamp his mouth shut, win, Colt was already ahead. The blonde couldn’t claim to have stolen Mina away from the Back Water for a private few hours or day. Point to Colt, game on hamster.
She’d be right. He wouldn’t ever tell her the details of a favour, mundane or otherwise. He wasn’t sure how, but the minute her teasing hit his ear Colt choked, spluttering to clear it before simply dumbly nodding along. He helped her get comfortable before lightly guiding the reins onwards convinced she was pleased with the red hot beaming of his ears. [color=#c10300]“You gonna get yourself in trouble one day,”[/color] the curl of his grin tugged higher and he’d habitually flash her a wink in a vain effort to gain back some ground.
[color=#c10300]“I will make it a point that the Lady doesn’t bruise her arse on the way down, yes,”[/color] Colt shot back, [color=#c10300]“if it does, well, a kiss better will see it right. That’s no invitation to fling yourself about, think o’ poor Bessie,”[/color] and poor Colt. Shit. Him and his blabbering mouth.
Scenery Colt, talk about the scenery. [color=#c10300]“Been on a few, not spent time on them long like we will. Most of the time we’d be smuggling stuff from ships to the shore or vice versa,”[/color] his shoulders jostled. [color=#c10300]“So… you wanna guess at what you might see, or you gonna be surprised by every corner?”[/color] His brows wiggled cheekily at her, head turning to look back on the path ahead of them. [color=#c10300]“I think you’ll like the water most.”[/color]
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