Gonna show him what little girls are made of — gunpowder and lead
The resounding silence makes her wonder if he's been eaten by a plant and she's oblivious to his plight. A cautious glance over her shoulder shows that he's still there though, marching with equal enthusiasm as she is. Maybe her question struck a nerve, maybe he'd just rather the silence now, the energy to talk just a bit too much to keep asking from him alongside everything else. That'd be fine too, though she'd prefer the distraction, something to focus on besides the fuck all of it.
He does finally answer though, and it's not the way she expected. Nothing is with him.
It's remarkably beautiful, the way he describes them, and through the ache of an underlying bruise Colt can't help but smile at it. That's love, the way it ought to be—to be talked about like you're a living poem or a painting that exists and hasn't yet settled into it's final frame. The swell of affection for them, she can almost hold it in her palm, the way it feels like maybe you could catch the wind if you're quick enough.
"Runs in the family it seems," she drawls with a smirk at the mention of trouble. A shrug then, at his question, like this lovely thing isn't so grand as grave-rising resolve. "Just checking my gut feelings are still worth listening to." It was getting a bit harder to trust with him, but at least she still had something right figured out. She's not one of his sisters though, and she's mindful of that. That warning that still buzzes low near him, it's still worth listening to.
He does finally answer though, and it's not the way she expected. Nothing is with him.
It's remarkably beautiful, the way he describes them, and through the ache of an underlying bruise Colt can't help but smile at it. That's love, the way it ought to be—to be talked about like you're a living poem or a painting that exists and hasn't yet settled into it's final frame. The swell of affection for them, she can almost hold it in her palm, the way it feels like maybe you could catch the wind if you're quick enough.
"Runs in the family it seems," she drawls with a smirk at the mention of trouble. A shrug then, at his question, like this lovely thing isn't so grand as grave-rising resolve. "Just checking my gut feelings are still worth listening to." It was getting a bit harder to trust with him, but at least she still had something right figured out. She's not one of his sisters though, and she's mindful of that. That warning that still buzzes low near him, it's still worth listening to.
Colt
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.
