COLT
It's hard to stay sad with such an earnest set of eyes and a reassuring hold to lean into are with her. "You're sweet, Thorn," she says with a flash of her eyes to his, soft with the warmth she felt settle in her chest, some mixture of Tequila and Thorn's affirmations. Each wound her husband left had been an arrow, but she got practiced at pulling them out with the least amount of harm. She just wishes she didn't have that talent. Despite what Thorn says, some things you do lose for good.
They say to be loved is to be changed. She's changed alright. Each piece she gave him, each bit he demanded, it came away like torn paper, jagged and uneven. She'd been left with nothing but sharpness and hardness. Not ruthless, but not kind either, not exactly.
Swiping a finger under each eye to ensure her eyeliner and mascara was still intact, Colt smoothed her hands over her clothes, the motion echoing on the inside. "Alright," she says with all her former brightness. "Let's get back in there and dance our assess off." she grins as she rises, grabbing his arm and tucking him along her side as she pushes back through the door. As they break back into the noise she picks up speed, heading to the dancefloor with a sudden rush, like she can outrun something if she just gets there quick enough. The dip of hips and the turn of shoulders might shake the memories loose and let her enjoy the night again, at least that's what she hopes.
[FIN]
They say to be loved is to be changed. She's changed alright. Each piece she gave him, each bit he demanded, it came away like torn paper, jagged and uneven. She'd been left with nothing but sharpness and hardness. Not ruthless, but not kind either, not exactly.
Swiping a finger under each eye to ensure her eyeliner and mascara was still intact, Colt smoothed her hands over her clothes, the motion echoing on the inside. "Alright," she says with all her former brightness. "Let's get back in there and dance our assess off." she grins as she rises, grabbing his arm and tucking him along her side as she pushes back through the door. As they break back into the noise she picks up speed, heading to the dancefloor with a sudden rush, like she can outrun something if she just gets there quick enough. The dip of hips and the turn of shoulders might shake the memories loose and let her enjoy the night again, at least that's what she hopes.
[FIN]
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.
