// You're the one thing that keeps the blue up in my sky //
She couldn’t say no to Hawthorn when he asked for her help—despite the face she pulled when he mentioned it was in Torchline. She’d do it, for him, but that didn’t mean she’d be smiling about it the whole time. Still, she made the most of the location, baking under the sun a time or two. Her usual hat has been swapped for shades, boots for sandals, and her hair is braided loose over one shoulder. The long and sheer white shirt draped over her bikini shifts with each step as she walks.
Finishing up his errand, Colt's steps slow beside him, her hand reaching out for his arm blindly as her attention is wholly on the steadily growing crowd. She stops altogether, eyes narrowing across the way at a pool party that looks more like a lecture on water safety, given how little fun anyone seems to be having. "Hey, look," she murmurs, a frown tugging her lips. "That’s Pierce, isn’t it? The Family member?" Her mouth thins into a grim line, tension rolling down her spine. Seems they've stumbled across the pool party they'd heard about in one of those broadcasts earlier.
Not that she's strong enough to stand against them at all, it feels even worse when she's missing all her normal tools, the familiarity of them a false comfort she'd gladly take over veeling utterly exposed like she does now. She searches the gathering for allies, for Sunjata, hoping enough of the gathered figures could be a show of force that'd keep the Family's hand at bay. This party isn't just for shits and giggles, of that she's certain. There's a motive buried here, even if it's just a flex of their continued oppression, and she doesn't like it one bit.
Her eyes catch on Vesper, drifting in the water as if utterly unbothered by the foul company. She exhales quietly at that. Though he's proved he's more than capable, she can't fight off the tightening in her chest at seeing him so amid the viper's den.
Finishing up his errand, Colt's steps slow beside him, her hand reaching out for his arm blindly as her attention is wholly on the steadily growing crowd. She stops altogether, eyes narrowing across the way at a pool party that looks more like a lecture on water safety, given how little fun anyone seems to be having. "Hey, look," she murmurs, a frown tugging her lips. "That’s Pierce, isn’t it? The Family member?" Her mouth thins into a grim line, tension rolling down her spine. Seems they've stumbled across the pool party they'd heard about in one of those broadcasts earlier.
Not that she's strong enough to stand against them at all, it feels even worse when she's missing all her normal tools, the familiarity of them a false comfort she'd gladly take over veeling utterly exposed like she does now. She searches the gathering for allies, for Sunjata, hoping enough of the gathered figures could be a show of force that'd keep the Family's hand at bay. This party isn't just for shits and giggles, of that she's certain. There's a motive buried here, even if it's just a flex of their continued oppression, and she doesn't like it one bit.
Her eyes catch on Vesper, drifting in the water as if utterly unbothered by the foul company. She exhales quietly at that. Though he's proved he's more than capable, she can't fight off the tightening in her chest at seeing him so amid the viper's den.
Colt
// Loving you is standing in the sun //
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.
