COLT
The doors open again after a time, a dull roar of the house slipping free before they close again. The familiar sashay of Thorn's fringed stride settles with her in the dark as he leans into the quiet for a minute. The memory disperses into winking stars and Colt blinks, glancing up at the rhinestone angel and his halo of smoke. She smiles out of habit rather than feeling, and though she's grateful for the offer he wields like a deck of cards, she doesn't answer him at first. She leans forward though, arms pressing along her legs, wrists limp over her knee with shot in hand like an anchor as she stares back into the distance.
"Y'know. We spend all this time as kids wanting to grow up, to do everything we're told we can't. Then, as soon as we grow up, we sit around and remember all the times we were kids and wish we could have it back." She frowns, sighing. "Wish it wasn't so hard to just be happy." She flicks her gaze back to him, a quiet question if he agrees or if she's just making her own problems again.
She squints then, assessing him. "Say, how old are you?" She traces the lines of him, estimating him to be younger than her, but he's definitely smarter than someone still in their teens. He seemed to carry some history with him, not so carefree and unburdened as the idiot kids.
"Y'know. We spend all this time as kids wanting to grow up, to do everything we're told we can't. Then, as soon as we grow up, we sit around and remember all the times we were kids and wish we could have it back." She frowns, sighing. "Wish it wasn't so hard to just be happy." She flicks her gaze back to him, a quiet question if he agrees or if she's just making her own problems again.
She squints then, assessing him. "Say, how old are you?" She traces the lines of him, estimating him to be younger than her, but he's definitely smarter than someone still in their teens. He seemed to carry some history with him, not so carefree and unburdened as the idiot kids.
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.
