COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
Tempting as it is to strip to nothing and bare only skin against the cruel hand of heat, the loose hang of clothing can do a lot to help. It shields the bite of the sun, gathers sweat so a breeze might cool it longer, and as long as it can breathe, it controls the body's temperature better. So, while Colt has the distinct desire to skinny dip in the desert more or less, she's steeped in denim pants, the boots and hat she'd neve leave home without, and a light green, cotton shirt that matches the paisley marked bandana tied around her neck. Her hair sits in a braid on one side, tied against the wind of the skyship, while she pours some more water on the bandana for that crisp relief as the wind whips the warmth of her body away. They've timed their arrival with twilight, but even so, the residual heat rolls off the sand and rock like a dragon's exhale.
At his voice, Colt's gaze tilts over to him, leaving the colorful display of the sunset for something equally charming. "Hm?" she asks, a bit of a smile already settling there at his accusation, fondness for him creeping in like a stray dog. Them being here? Yes, entirely her fault. He seems caught on a smile himself as he continues, and the reveal sets one of her 'brows rising in mild confusion about how his shifts have anything to do with her. The final word settles the blame clearly, and Colt's gaze sparks with undeniable glee. She reaches for his shoulder in casual disbelief, a faint laugh slipping free, "you did not." He's yet to lie to her, from what she can tell, but he keeps telling her the most outlandish things she just can't quite take him for his word still.
He's not done though, and her glee becomes utter delight that gasps out as she stops walking to fully behold him. "Honey, you can make all the jokes your heart desires if that's the case," she laughs behind her hands which had lifted to cup the disbelief of her mouth. "Also," she accuses in return abruptly, one finger pointing at him, head tilting down marginally. "Call my ass bony again and I'll set you down on yours." Her hands fall to each hip, her grin wide as the sunset.
"You ain't wrong," she sighs, "but Frey said I had to get lucky, so, I figured surviving this hell hole counts." She squints out over the distance, just now realizing that perhaps Frey would have been content with the type of luck one scored in bed, rather than gambling life. It had been Nature Frey's request, but, well, there's a lot of fucking and fighting in nature too, survival of the fittest and all. Too late now to test it out anyway. "That's why I asked you to come. You're my good luck charm," her attention swiveled back to him, warming as she held his cool gaze. "Thanks for putting up with it."
At his voice, Colt's gaze tilts over to him, leaving the colorful display of the sunset for something equally charming. "Hm?" she asks, a bit of a smile already settling there at his accusation, fondness for him creeping in like a stray dog. Them being here? Yes, entirely her fault. He seems caught on a smile himself as he continues, and the reveal sets one of her 'brows rising in mild confusion about how his shifts have anything to do with her. The final word settles the blame clearly, and Colt's gaze sparks with undeniable glee. She reaches for his shoulder in casual disbelief, a faint laugh slipping free, "you did not." He's yet to lie to her, from what she can tell, but he keeps telling her the most outlandish things she just can't quite take him for his word still.
He's not done though, and her glee becomes utter delight that gasps out as she stops walking to fully behold him. "Honey, you can make all the jokes your heart desires if that's the case," she laughs behind her hands which had lifted to cup the disbelief of her mouth. "Also," she accuses in return abruptly, one finger pointing at him, head tilting down marginally. "Call my ass bony again and I'll set you down on yours." Her hands fall to each hip, her grin wide as the sunset.
"You ain't wrong," she sighs, "but Frey said I had to get lucky, so, I figured surviving this hell hole counts." She squints out over the distance, just now realizing that perhaps Frey would have been content with the type of luck one scored in bed, rather than gambling life. It had been Nature Frey's request, but, well, there's a lot of fucking and fighting in nature too, survival of the fittest and all. Too late now to test it out anyway. "That's why I asked you to come. You're my good luck charm," her attention swiveled back to him, warming as she held his cool gaze. "Thanks for putting up with it."
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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.
