Soot staggered slightly, covering her eyes to avoid the Thief-Queen’s flash. “You know” Soot started “I think I had that reasonably under cont-” She was cut off by Bowlyn’s kiss. In an instant her normally cold, smug expression slipped away, her face softened as the Thief held her. Soot melted into Bowlyn's firm grip, weak to her touch.

The artist pulled away from the kiss softly, tears welling in her eyes as she looked to Bowlyn.. She leaned forward, squeezing tight and pressing her face into Bowlyn’s chest. “I-I’m sorry..” The painter blurbled, inhaling with a sob as her cool demeanor broke. “I.. I didn’t, I mean, I don’t.. I thought..” Her words fell away into a repeated ‘I'm sorry’. Her bag dripped between them, paint pooling and running down Soot’s legs as it seeped through the seams of her bag. 

The mess of an artist allowed herself to be dragged, ferried off the roof and back towards her abode clinging to Bowlyn. Hiccupping softly and hiding her face as they travelled. Searching for composure in the cool night air.