COLT
What if I hurt you, what if I leave you
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
This is why she called on Thorn. He gets it. He gets people, real well, she figured that out pretty quick when he managed to hold all her broken bits without making her feel fragile. She's rather certain she has a nose for people too, especially after living with him and having to watch out for the little cues that'd signal a nice night turning terrible. Of course, that often felt impossible when they'd be smiling and laughing one minute and the next their dinner was splattered against the wall. All it took was one wrong quip from her, one accidentally knocked bit of silverware—hell some days she still couldn't even figure out what'd set him off, like maybe the air itself had been wrong and spoiled everything for him.
Either way, it all came down to certain tells, subtle shifts in body language, not unlike the look of a horse dropping a shoulder to upset your balance before a buck, or a lick and a chew once their mind was in the work. Only difference is, horses didn't wag silver tongues and wrap her in shadows built of sin. Whatever she knew always seemed to whip out the window the moment she saw Vesper, and damn if that wasn't enough to make her wanna run. She spent all this time making sure no one would ever stick again, and he's settled in like a tick in a place she can't reach.
Thorn didn't have that problem though. And here, without those blue eyes and that crooked smile, Colt could keep her head. It made it easier to pick apart all the stones that settled in her gut, the ones that got to floating when he was nearby. "EXACTLY!" the back of her hand smacks Thorn's leg with the excitement of his understanding. "I wanna know what his fucking angle is Thorn, he's gotta have something." Thorn's right, people are selfish. Sure as shit knows she is, that's half the reason she's got mr. midnight buried under her skin.
"Money, power, sex." the big three of wants in the world, but being the son of Safrin makes her sure power isn't the biggest worry he's got on his plate, also doesn't explain why he'd tangle her up in it, the money either. Sex, that made sense, but not with her. His efforts on the beach told her enough that he's not for want of experience in the bedroom, and given how young and handsome he is, she's certain he's got no hard time selecting a partner.
Power comes in many forms though. Maybe something less literal, but she still can't figure out how it relates to her, what he wants from her. "Revenge...ruin. I'm trying to think if I did something to piss him off in the past and didn't realize, or maybe did something to his family. Although, with his mom being Safrin..." she glances up at Thorn with a nervous finger pressed against her teeth. "That's a whole other problem," she sighs. "And one other one too," now she's wincing, hands tugging through her hair, tight, like it might pull her shame and stupidity out. "He's young Thorn. Old enough, sure, but younger than you I'm pretty sure. Sure as fuck too young for me." She glances across her kitchen, deflated with the admittance of it all.
All this, and it might not even matter. He might've already gotten what he wanted and be done, and this, leaving her stewing like some fool, might have all been part of the plan.
Either way, it all came down to certain tells, subtle shifts in body language, not unlike the look of a horse dropping a shoulder to upset your balance before a buck, or a lick and a chew once their mind was in the work. Only difference is, horses didn't wag silver tongues and wrap her in shadows built of sin. Whatever she knew always seemed to whip out the window the moment she saw Vesper, and damn if that wasn't enough to make her wanna run. She spent all this time making sure no one would ever stick again, and he's settled in like a tick in a place she can't reach.
Thorn didn't have that problem though. And here, without those blue eyes and that crooked smile, Colt could keep her head. It made it easier to pick apart all the stones that settled in her gut, the ones that got to floating when he was nearby. "EXACTLY!" the back of her hand smacks Thorn's leg with the excitement of his understanding. "I wanna know what his fucking angle is Thorn, he's gotta have something." Thorn's right, people are selfish. Sure as shit knows she is, that's half the reason she's got mr. midnight buried under her skin.
"Money, power, sex." the big three of wants in the world, but being the son of Safrin makes her sure power isn't the biggest worry he's got on his plate, also doesn't explain why he'd tangle her up in it, the money either. Sex, that made sense, but not with her. His efforts on the beach told her enough that he's not for want of experience in the bedroom, and given how young and handsome he is, she's certain he's got no hard time selecting a partner.
Power comes in many forms though. Maybe something less literal, but she still can't figure out how it relates to her, what he wants from her. "Revenge...ruin. I'm trying to think if I did something to piss him off in the past and didn't realize, or maybe did something to his family. Although, with his mom being Safrin..." she glances up at Thorn with a nervous finger pressed against her teeth. "That's a whole other problem," she sighs. "And one other one too," now she's wincing, hands tugging through her hair, tight, like it might pull her shame and stupidity out. "He's young Thorn. Old enough, sure, but younger than you I'm pretty sure. Sure as fuck too young for me." She glances across her kitchen, deflated with the admittance of it all.
All this, and it might not even matter. He might've already gotten what he wanted and be done, and this, leaving her stewing like some fool, might have all been part of the plan.
What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
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.
