Sun Mote Copse That's why we're all wearing braces

Just gonna fade this, so I can keep up with more current threads :)

Niamh laughed and leaned against Colt, her previous, irritated mood having disappeared like morning mist. "Good. Only me." She said in reply, and she liked it that way. She liked the ideas of others seeing Colt as being a bit tough, a bit rough around the edges- but with her as his arm candy. And now that they were official again, it made her proud to call herself a Blackthorn- she felt like she could now hold her head up high, and not be judged for the complexity of their relationship. She'd failed once- but she wouldn't do so, ever again.