COLT
Like a storm rolling in, the air itself charges, tightening with the pressure of something building up just to break free. Safrin doesn't crash down with a display of thunder and lightning though, she's quieter than that, soft as morning mist sweeping over grass to add a glimmer to each blade. She materializes from the starlight and the void that edges around them, stunning and seemingly gentle. There's a sharper edge to her though, Colt knows, as if the brightness in her can't outshine the depth of the darkness she commands either. Like mother, like son.
It's hard to trust that gut feeling though, or remember her Archon's history with the goddess, when she and Vesper reunite so tenderly. There's a depth of terrible might so dark it's hard to look at, and it appears to echo around the both of them, though that deep well is also brimming with unshakable love.
Love is often the label placed on things otherwise too terrible to name.
As attention shifts towards her, a doe on the road, Colt swallows. "Howdy," she says demurely, dipping her head in a deep nod towards the goddess. She would have been happy with that and nothing more, content to just linger on the fringes of their relationship, an unremarkable moon caught in the orbit of her son's gravity, pulled in by those damn blue eyes that always come back to haunt her in some form or another. But then—then he announces that she'd punched him, and Colt turns a shade of red as her mouth falls open a bit again. Just what every mother with cosmic might to smite loves to hear, she's certain. "Well, he asked for it, although he was doing me a favor, and it's mostly fixed now..." she tries to explain nervously, glancing over as he rolls his shoulder almost as if in proof.
It's hard to trust that gut feeling though, or remember her Archon's history with the goddess, when she and Vesper reunite so tenderly. There's a depth of terrible might so dark it's hard to look at, and it appears to echo around the both of them, though that deep well is also brimming with unshakable love.
Love is often the label placed on things otherwise too terrible to name.
As attention shifts towards her, a doe on the road, Colt swallows. "Howdy," she says demurely, dipping her head in a deep nod towards the goddess. She would have been happy with that and nothing more, content to just linger on the fringes of their relationship, an unremarkable moon caught in the orbit of her son's gravity, pulled in by those damn blue eyes that always come back to haunt her in some form or another. But then—then he announces that she'd punched him, and Colt turns a shade of red as her mouth falls open a bit again. Just what every mother with cosmic might to smite loves to hear, she's certain. "Well, he asked for it, although he was doing me a favor, and it's mostly fixed now..." she tries to explain nervously, glancing over as he rolls his shoulder almost as if in proof.
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.
