COLT
His shout cuts across the settled peace, and given his proximity, is wholly unnecessary. She jerked her head to him, hair splashing against her back with the motion. Her stare was edged with annoyance, her lips drawn tight and puckered slightly with already forming rebuke. "Shhh!" she chastised sharply, like a librarian who's lost her way. Either he didn't hear her, over the sound of his own continued hollering, or he didn't care.
Colt threw her hands up in exasperation, "Well there's not fucking anything in there to see now!" They landed back on the rail with a slap, and she leaned into them, exhaling through her mouth to steady the clip to her tone. She could smell the booze on him, insufferable. "The exit's that way if you're lost," she said with cool dismissal, resigned to linger here long enough after his departure to see the beasts for herself (or lack of them).
Colt threw her hands up in exasperation, "Well there's not fucking anything in there to see now!" They landed back on the rail with a slap, and she leaned into them, exhaling through her mouth to steady the clip to her tone. She could smell the booze on him, insufferable. "The exit's that way if you're lost," she said with cool dismissal, resigned to linger here long enough after his departure to see the beasts for herself (or lack of them).
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
