COLT
He comes up behind her unseen, in part because her back is to him, but also because her eyes are nearly shut with the strain and the anger. It's only when the sudden resistance glides in with newfound agreeableness, does Colt's gaze widen. She finds herself surrounded by shadowy tendrils and one, long shadow of a man. Mornin' coasts to her like the curl of fog over a lake at dawn, slow and casual and hauntingly lovely.
Colt straightens up, hands dusting off on her hips as she spins around to face him, a bedraggled smile offered in greeting. "My, don't you have a habit of showing up when you're needed darlin'." Her gaze catches a beat on the mark of his lip, before settling on the blue of him, the warmth of familiarity and gratitude clear in her amber stare. With her face still half-covered in golden hair, she works to peel it off, a harried laugh breaking free at his tease. "Only one 'round here pissin' me off is me, so unless you can shift that..." she sighs and leans a hip against the wagon. She could have asked any of the hands to come with her, but not wanting the Rodeo prep to steal resources from her regular ranching, she'd been adamant about doing this alone. She deeply regretted it. How long might she have stood here cursing without his help? She wasn't very good at asking for it, help, but luckily thus far he'd proved good at offering it.
"What brings you back to my neck of the woods, Vesper?" Colt asks with a tilt of her head and a smile, surprised to find herself so glad to see him again, damn lumber aside. "Need a lift to House of Midnight?" she asks with a raised 'brow.
Colt straightens up, hands dusting off on her hips as she spins around to face him, a bedraggled smile offered in greeting. "My, don't you have a habit of showing up when you're needed darlin'." Her gaze catches a beat on the mark of his lip, before settling on the blue of him, the warmth of familiarity and gratitude clear in her amber stare. With her face still half-covered in golden hair, she works to peel it off, a harried laugh breaking free at his tease. "Only one 'round here pissin' me off is me, so unless you can shift that..." she sighs and leans a hip against the wagon. She could have asked any of the hands to come with her, but not wanting the Rodeo prep to steal resources from her regular ranching, she'd been adamant about doing this alone. She deeply regretted it. How long might she have stood here cursing without his help? She wasn't very good at asking for it, help, but luckily thus far he'd proved good at offering it.
"What brings you back to my neck of the woods, Vesper?" Colt asks with a tilt of her head and a smile, surprised to find herself so glad to see him again, damn lumber aside. "Need a lift to House of Midnight?" she asks with a raised 'brow.
I had some help
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
It ain't like I can make this kinda mess all by myself
Don't act like you ain't help me pull that bottle off the shelf
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
