COLT
She can't quite explain why, but Colt has always loved a good storm. Something about the shift in air pressure, the way the sky gathers all its might and shows off—demanding attention or else unleashing rain and lightning with no apology. It's a sight, to be sure—best enjoyed from the comfort of blankets and the shield of a window. Though, on the right day, getting caught in it is even better.
She’s already settled for the night, having called it early when she saw the thunderheads roll in—thick with that dry, Longheat energy that promised a warmer, rowdier storm than the crisp winter kind. Fresh from a shower, hair still wet herself, she hears the telltale barking and shimmies faster into her thin cotton pajama set—just white shorts and a tank, perfect for a season where some nights felt like even bare skin is too much to wear. Tonight isn’t quite so brutal, but there’s no chill to argue for anything more.
She hurries down the hall toward the door, the screen the only thing keeping out whoever or whatever has set the dogs off. Their barking is lazy, more warning than alarm, suggesting a who that they don’t entirely distrust. "Sunjata?" she calls, spotting the dark outline of him before she even reaches for the door. By the time she’s pulling the screen open, confusion has already shifted to open-mouthed surprise at seeing the state of him. "Gods, you're wetter than a catfish, what the hell are you doing out in this storm? Get in here." She steps to the side, ushering him in with the opening.
She’s already settled for the night, having called it early when she saw the thunderheads roll in—thick with that dry, Longheat energy that promised a warmer, rowdier storm than the crisp winter kind. Fresh from a shower, hair still wet herself, she hears the telltale barking and shimmies faster into her thin cotton pajama set—just white shorts and a tank, perfect for a season where some nights felt like even bare skin is too much to wear. Tonight isn’t quite so brutal, but there’s no chill to argue for anything more.
She hurries down the hall toward the door, the screen the only thing keeping out whoever or whatever has set the dogs off. Their barking is lazy, more warning than alarm, suggesting a who that they don’t entirely distrust. "Sunjata?" she calls, spotting the dark outline of him before she even reaches for the door. By the time she’s pulling the screen open, confusion has already shifted to open-mouthed surprise at seeing the state of him. "Gods, you're wetter than a catfish, what the hell are you doing out in this storm? Get in here." She steps to the side, ushering him in with the opening.
I ain't sayin' that I always sleep alone
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
Done a little bit of midnight movin' on
I never let my heart go all the way
I never fall in love, baby, just in case
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.
