Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

no need to match length ofc!! she apparently had Feelings™

Want him.

It squeezed her throat, but she remained still.

She remained the image of Issumatar.

But it was not him she feared. It was herself. This ugly, raw version of herself. Lost in the vast icy sea of her own needs and the needs of Natigvik.

The smoke of his voice reminded her of dark woods she had been raised in. It was then she realized they were closer than she might like. Serpents ready to coil and strike. Colt Briggs had come in on the backbone of the devil and appealed to the nasty things Sakhmet had closed a door on.

A man who drew blood and offered her the skins from it.

Are you telling me you'd stay, Colt Briggs?

Her chin tilted up, but only to offer him a half-lidded look that threaded into something of that dangerous allure.

Smokey eyes. All the time spent looking away from him had only made her greedier for the time to see him. Hungry for true colors. His eyes of blood like her coat.