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RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Colt - 01-19-2026
Her eyes catch like a flare in the night, bright and brilliant as a laugh streaks through them before making it from her chest. [say]”What are those!”[/say] she demands of him, leaning forward to inspect his glasses that she is absolutely jealous of. [say]”Only you could make kitchen demolition look so good,”[/say] she scoffs,shaking her head fondly as she retreats back to gather her sledgehammer in hand once more.
It doesn’t feel so heavy now, not knowing it’ll take half as many hits to make the same work happen. [say]”Alright, I’ll hit on three, and you count to three in your head and then hit, which should be enough time for me to pull my swing out. We keep up that rythym and this puppy’ll be dead in no time.”[/say] Nodding to him, an edge of a smile not bothering to leave now, she counts aloud.
On three, she grunts and swings in, hoisting her hammer back in time to get out of his way, squiting over the noise and the dust as she readies for another blow while the kitchen shivers around them. [say]”I went to Stormbreak and got really high!”[/say] she yells over at him, starting to unravel the story of what all he’d missed. [say]”Thought it’d help turn some of it, off for a while. Kinda worked, kinda not, still thought about him so went back to the Grounds and ran into him.”[/say]
RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Hawthorn - 01-22-2026
“[say]Glasses from work![/say]” He laughs back to her, grinning beneath the bright, heart shaped shades. He flashes her a wink as he takes up the sledgehammer and preps himself. “[say]I look good doin’ just about everything. Obviously.[/say]” He boasts with a smirk. As she makes the plan, though, Thorn settles in and rests it against his shoulder.
Nodding once she finishes up, he offers a “[say]sounds good![/say]” before they start to get to work. She slams the hammer down and Thorn counts an easy one, two, three, before he’s slamming his own down into it, loosening it a touch as he withdraws the hammer for Colt to slam hers down. They get into a rhythm while they talk over the demolition, brows pinching slightly as he takes in what she’s announced.
“[say]What, they got you high on some Snapdragon or somethin’?[/say]” He asks, one of his favorites if he’s being honest. But then she mentions she ran into him in the Grounds again and he perks up to hear it. “[say]I’m guessin’ it didn’t go well?[/say]” He asks, in between his counting.
RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Colt - 01-23-2026
There's certainly no denying his claim, and it deepens her smile for a moment before the concentration of the work steals some of it, and the recounting of all the past chaos takes the rest. It's the first time she's started to lay it all out plain and to someone that really knows the roots of it; someone she trusts has a good head as a whole, and about the matters at hand. Mostly it's been echoes inside her own head, or arguing with a wall, just trying to say it outloud like she could hear the absurdity of it better then. Sunjata had heard some, but she'd been so choked up it'd all come out raw and strangled and missing the spine she's found now.
[say]"Dunno what it was,"[/say] she admits with a mild shrug. [say]"Just asked to not feel anything for a bit, and it delivered on that front."[/say] Not an altogether bad experience in Stormbreak, if she's being honest, and the allure to return has been especially strong as of late. Her wallet suggests otherwise, and wickedly, some part of her almost seems to revel in the continual misery, like she feels she's owed to feel it all as punishment for being dumb enough to end up here again. [say]"N0pe,"[/say] he laughs, and the sound lacks humor as she swings her hammer in not long behind his. The counter trembles, splintering further, cracks spiderwebbing out on the stone top now.
[say]"He was mad I kissed Thalassa at the festival, he was there and saw me. Didn't much seem to matter that it wasn't entirely my choice."[/say] She sighs out a long breath at that, because that still gets under her a skin a bit, the damn blood moon. [say]"Then,"[/say] she continues with a fresh rush of force, a flare of anger shoving past annoyance into full-blown frustration. [say]"Then he claimed I used him."[/say] That still rankles her, and as she drags her sledgehammer back, she pauses, straightening up to look fully over at Thorn.
[say]"Says I used him because I didn't thank him for gettin' me off,"[/say] she scoffs, her tone a can you believe the audacity of this man? [say]"I was struggling on day, to finish, so I channeled him and he met me immediately Thorn. Gods, it was so fucking hot the way he just handled it."[/say] The memory rises bittersweet now, and she shoves it away with an irritation at having to brush against something that's so damn sharp now with all that's been splintered. [say]"That was when I decided, to go see him after all, to make it, something. Y'know, when I ran to get you so we could go to the Grounds."[/say] After she'd cried herself into a nap, anyway.
[say]"I just didn't know the fucking festival would be happening,"[/say] she huffs. The kiss that followed, her escape after, had all compounded the timeline, stretching it out for him. She recognizes that, but the part that's got it's teeth in her is how quickly he turned a cold shoulder to her, even when she tried to explain, when she tried to tell him how much it had all meant. Some days she's mad at herself for that, sobbing and broken all over again. Other days, like now, she's furious at him for it, in part because it's so much easier to put a target on him than herself, but mostly because he just gave up. That's all it took to ruin them, six seconds in her bed and an unwanted kiss afterwards.
RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Hawthorn - 01-27-2026
She doesn’t know what it was, but given the explanation of what she’d asked for, Thorn’s fairly confident that’s what the drug was they gave her. So, perhaps it’s a bit sheepish of him, but he hums a little thoughtfully as he counts and they continue their swings to tear out the island. “[say]If y’want more, I’ve got a stock of ‘em.[/say]” He suggests. It was a popular choice for those in the House of Midnight, and while Thorn had a strict don’t be drunk or high while working policy, it didn’t mean he didn’t partake in them when he wasn’t working.
He draws silent though, counting while they swing and lets her explain. Each thwack feels like a death sentence to this memory for her, though, and as she paints the picture he starts to wince and wrinkle his nose. “[say]Shit, what?[/say]” He mutters, huffing a little sound. But it’s when she tells him that it was because she didn’t thank him for getting her off that Thorn waits until after she explains the situation before he lets the bright laugh leave him, looking up at her to catch her eye.
“[say]Y’know how many people never thank me for gettin’ em off?[/say]” A fucking lot, to be honest. But he supposes that’s part of his job. He’s a method to an outcome, nothing much more than a tool. But it does make it easier to disconnect – to put on facades and masks to be whomever they needed him to be at the time, regardless of whether or not he got a thank you after. People often paid beforehand anyway, so it wasn’t like the payment was as much of a thank you after the fact.
He sighs and nods, thwacking the island again with his sledgehammer and draws back, the chains that dangle from the heartshaped glasses moving with the motion as he looks at her again. “[say]I also didn’t know a festival was goin’. Maybe we should check next time we decide t’be spontaneous, huh?[/say]” Prevent all those little shitty things from happening. "[say]That's real fuckin' shitty though, Colt. Shitty excuses too, to be honest. Though it ain't like I've got experience in that.[/say]" He shrugs, the sledgehammer bouncing with the movement from his shoulder.
RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Colt - 01-27-2026
There's a wild flare to her eyes as lashes widen with disbelief. [say]"You had it the whole time?!"[/say] she chokes out, and gods, she can't quite keep the sense of accusation out of it. It relents quickly to anger directed at herself, breath short and scoffing at how stupidly simple this could have been if she'd bothered to be sensible about a thing. [say]"So I could have just fucking asked you and avoided half this shit? Gods help me Thorn,"[/say] she swears bitterly, head tilting up and fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. [say]"I can be real fucking dumb sometimes."[/say] She puts his offer in her back pocket, something to remember on a rainy day, when the world of her thoughts had grown too much again and whether it'll be the nothing he offers or the everything else he always does, it seems she might find the respite with him instead of running solo.
The validation he offers her is sweet indeed. Proof to her that she isn't standing completely in the wrong here, or potentially at all. That Vesper's the crazy one, that she's justified for the span of each and every feeling, however wild and destructive they prove to be (case in point, the current demolition). Of course, what he says isn't fully that, but the surge of agreement certainly swells past other sensibilities into yes! It lets her breathe easier for a moment, and as she leans on her sledgehammer, one hand flings out with [say]"right!"[/say] Although, part of her recognizes that unlike Thorn, Vesper did not sign up for being called upon in that way, and that from what Sunjata helped her understand a channel is so disorienting as hell in so many ways that it'd be like someone dragging Thorn out of the dead of sleep and demanding him do it without payment, but she bites back those comparisons for the sake of feeling vindicated. [say]"I don't think it's a real common thing,"[/say] she scoffs, [say]"although you do deserve it,"[/say] she amends.
Then, a long sigh. [say]"I guess he did too."[/say] Maybe not a thank you note, or the gift basket she'd mocked with, but something more than everything she'd given him. [say]"I don't think I ever helped him..."[/say] she says small and slow, the realization of how little she'd done for him a soft and fragile thing for her to hold.
It fractures beneath the rest of what he says, her eye drawn back up from the floor of thought where it'd settled, and before she can reply to him properly, the counter comes crashing down in a heap of dust and noise. She gasps and draws back, laughter curling up like triumph through the slog of everything else. [say]"YES!"[/say] she exclaims with a whoop, dropping the sledgehammer handle and waving the dust away from her face. [say]"You fucking did it Thorn!"[/say] His blow had been the fatal one (killed the counter for leveling purposes). She crosses the room to him, excitement sweeping her into its tide as she rushes to hug him, lingering in the contact with a sense of relief she hadn't realized she'd been needing about now, or from him.
RE: You could say I'm a heartbreaker, 'cause the heart I keep breaking is mine - Hawthorn - 02-02-2026
“[say]Fuck, Colt. I work at a brothel, ‘course I’m gonna have drugs.[/say]” He rolls his eyes, as if it was self explanatory. If he didn’t have it, he had one of the easiest ways to get it – brothels were a big proponent of having whatever someone needed to get the job done. “[say]So next time y’need some, you just come ‘n see me an’ I’ll hook ya up.[/say]” He says easily, tone taking a hint of a promise alongside a demand that she wouldn’t just go and randomly find someone for it when he was standing right there.
Hearing her agreement over the fact that he’d never been thanked, Thorn’s happy to let the vindication settle in her bones. He wasn’t a demigod. He doesn’t know what it’s like to be channeled. So it’s easy for the courtesan to decide it wasn’t as big of a deal as Vesper’s made it out to be. And without Colt’s explanation, it doesn’t grow further than that. But then she says that she doesn’t think she helped him at all with it and he has very little advice in terms of what she could do. The realization seems to sink in, though, and Thorn works extra hard to try and get the island counter out.
And then, with that final swing he very nearly tumbles down with it as it gives, the blow sliding it off the base enough that Thorn’s shocked just about as much as she is when he withdraws and she whoops. Excitement finds its way into his chest, beating out the prior anger for relief and familiarity. “[say]Yeah I fuckin’ did![/say]” He agrees with a bark of a laugh himself.
He hugs her back, tight and a touch sweaty from the liquor and the work, but as he works to catch his breath, he slips up the heart shaped glasses on top of his head. “[say]Let’s get it outta here then, huh?[/say]” To the front where the rest of the victims are ready to be destroyed.
He parts from her, grabbing the counter pieces to lob it out the backdoor along with her help and a bit more booze to pass the time until they finally are able to clean everything up.
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