COLT
Her hands slip from her pockets, lifting slightly with wonder as her head turns in time with the swirl of cosmos that wind around her like a swarm of heaven-sent fireflies. She's breathless for a moment, the worry dispersing as awe and gratitude settle instead, each freckle of stars that lands upon her a warm tickle of relief like none she's felt before. It's incredible, shimmering and kind, and then it's over, and the haunting quiet of the mist seeps back in on the heels of the midnight goddess' departure.
She glances to Vesper, eyes wide and bright, lips pursed with thought and presence that she doesn't set free. His nonchalance punctures the remnants of the divine moment, and Colt's lips settle into a wry twist of mild disbelief at him. She supposes if he'd been delivered by such galactic grace and diving might, that this is just an average encounter for him. It speaks to the adaptability of the spirit, that it can normalize anything after enough time, even godly attention—even horror.
Each question answered seems to sprout additional ones, and the enigma of Vesper deepens like the reach of his shadow hounds. She laughs at the stark opposition of it all, the absurdity bubbling up inside her and pealing free as she shakes her head. "Alright star boy," she says on exhale, smirking. "Let's see what you're made of," she crosses her arms beneath her chest and tilts her head as the spark of her gaze lights on him.
She glances to Vesper, eyes wide and bright, lips pursed with thought and presence that she doesn't set free. His nonchalance punctures the remnants of the divine moment, and Colt's lips settle into a wry twist of mild disbelief at him. She supposes if he'd been delivered by such galactic grace and diving might, that this is just an average encounter for him. It speaks to the adaptability of the spirit, that it can normalize anything after enough time, even godly attention—even horror.
Each question answered seems to sprout additional ones, and the enigma of Vesper deepens like the reach of his shadow hounds. She laughs at the stark opposition of it all, the absurdity bubbling up inside her and pealing free as she shakes her head. "Alright star boy," she says on exhale, smirking. "Let's see what you're made of," she crosses her arms beneath her chest and tilts her head as the spark of her gaze lights on him.
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.
