COLT
His agreement is a validation she doesn't realize she needs so badly until it nestles warmly against her chest. It's an assurance that all this nostalgia that drags her down sometimes is just the residue from living and not a weakness she needs to bury under a boot heel. It's inevitable really—that change continues as the only unrelenting force of the world, and with it, things are taken and given in stride. There's a burger she used to get as a little girl with her family, when her mother had been alive still, and it's so alive in her mind she can practically taste it in this moment. That burger place got bought out and swapped to a different cuisine 10 years ago. She'll never get that burger back, and each time she remembers it, a small piece of it changes and fades away, distorted with time and the failings of the mind. It kinda felt like she lost her mom all over again when she first saw those locked doors. Such a strange, terribly beautiful thing to waste tears over that.
She grins up at him, imagining him small and energetic, "I bet you were a handful as a boy." She tilts her head a bit, hair slipping across her shoulder with the motion. "Where's that?" She'd never really thought about it before, just kinda assumed that like her, he'd always been here in some manner or another. She doesn't want to know the details of whatever he's run from though, the point isn't to come out here and keep being sad over shit you can't change, although that's certainly never stopped her from trying before.
Her empty hand curls up under her chin, elbow pressing gently against her knee as she regards him with some amount of envy. "Ah, so you have just started to scratch the surface of missin' things," she murmurs. With a line on her lips, not quite a smile, not quite a frown, she nods towards him. "I know you got shit, but I'm just sayin'...time does something different. You blink and 5 years are gone, just like that." She snaps her fingers. "Just wait, you'll see. Before long you'll be waking up and wondering when the season changed, and when you got gray hairs, and when all the music turned to shit—not like when you were younger." She grins, laughing at herself. She had been told similar things once and had cast them away with an eye roll. It's the beauty of youth, to not recognize the value of it until it's too late.
"I do miss fitting in my smaller jeans," she says with a wistful sigh.
She grins up at him, imagining him small and energetic, "I bet you were a handful as a boy." She tilts her head a bit, hair slipping across her shoulder with the motion. "Where's that?" She'd never really thought about it before, just kinda assumed that like her, he'd always been here in some manner or another. She doesn't want to know the details of whatever he's run from though, the point isn't to come out here and keep being sad over shit you can't change, although that's certainly never stopped her from trying before.
Her empty hand curls up under her chin, elbow pressing gently against her knee as she regards him with some amount of envy. "Ah, so you have just started to scratch the surface of missin' things," she murmurs. With a line on her lips, not quite a smile, not quite a frown, she nods towards him. "I know you got shit, but I'm just sayin'...time does something different. You blink and 5 years are gone, just like that." She snaps her fingers. "Just wait, you'll see. Before long you'll be waking up and wondering when the season changed, and when you got gray hairs, and when all the music turned to shit—not like when you were younger." She grins, laughing at herself. She had been told similar things once and had cast them away with an eye roll. It's the beauty of youth, to not recognize the value of it until it's too late.
"I do miss fitting in my smaller jeans," she says with a wistful sigh.
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.
