COLT
She'd been stunned when she read the glittering announcement, tracing the letters several times to make sure she had them down right. When they'd finally sunk in, she immediately set out to Hawthorn's house. She drug him along on all manner of shopping trips, catching him up on the latest details, until they were both dressed and aboard the sky ship headed to Torchline.
Colt loves a good party, though celebrating the birthday of a man who means more to her than she'd prefer, who's younger age and the strange workings of star-born demigod years only complicate things, makes this one feel a touch more convoluted than most. She's dutifully decided not to dwell on any of that, to ignore all the imperfections she knows are hiding behind the puff paint.
So it's just the slightest breath she sucks in as her hand finds the door of the Hanged Man, and as she tugs it open to reveal the whirlwind of color and shadow within, an easy smile settles into place. Her hair is swept over one shoulder, curled faintly at the edges. A smoky wash of makeup frames the gold of her eyes, and a cool-toned red on her lips looks like it might not survive the night. She’s swapped out her ranchwear for a sleek black skirt that hits mid-thigh, paired with a sheer slate-gray blouse with half sleeves, draping easy over her frame and the black camisole underneath. Her gray ankle boots are worn, but polished enough. Sapphire earrings and a matching necklace glint against her skin, joined by a few silver rings and a slim cuff at her wrist — nothing flashy, but enough to catch the light when she lifts her glass or gestures through a story.
Her eyes coast over the gathering, immediately drawn to Vesper, who is quite the sight in his birthday hat. Her smile deepens at the edges, pressing painfully against her cheeks as she stifles the laugh that threatens to loose. She clocks Jack as well, but her attention shifts to the remaining triplets, and though she hasn't met them before, she can tell them apart easily enough from Vesper's descriptions and their obvious differences. Nova's the loud one, Caly's more like the ocean, he'd told her once, along with a deeper, loving explanation of both that said a hell of a lot more about him than them.
"Hey!" she greets them all, offloading the three wrapped boxes in her arms onto the bar top. For Nova, a romance book that maybe doesn't have a glittery cover, but the man inside sparkles between the sheets. For Calypso, a golden glass suncatcher that will throw the various amber hues across her room in the right light. Vesper's gift is tucked behind a ring of three apples, the smallest box of the bunch. Inside, he'll find a black, braided-leather bracelet, three crystal-cut stars inlaid on one section, with sand from their venture sealed within, shifting faintly whenever the bracelet moves. "Happy birthday," she says warmly to all of them, though it's Vesper she's focused on.
Colt loves a good party, though celebrating the birthday of a man who means more to her than she'd prefer, who's younger age and the strange workings of star-born demigod years only complicate things, makes this one feel a touch more convoluted than most. She's dutifully decided not to dwell on any of that, to ignore all the imperfections she knows are hiding behind the puff paint.
So it's just the slightest breath she sucks in as her hand finds the door of the Hanged Man, and as she tugs it open to reveal the whirlwind of color and shadow within, an easy smile settles into place. Her hair is swept over one shoulder, curled faintly at the edges. A smoky wash of makeup frames the gold of her eyes, and a cool-toned red on her lips looks like it might not survive the night. She’s swapped out her ranchwear for a sleek black skirt that hits mid-thigh, paired with a sheer slate-gray blouse with half sleeves, draping easy over her frame and the black camisole underneath. Her gray ankle boots are worn, but polished enough. Sapphire earrings and a matching necklace glint against her skin, joined by a few silver rings and a slim cuff at her wrist — nothing flashy, but enough to catch the light when she lifts her glass or gestures through a story.
Her eyes coast over the gathering, immediately drawn to Vesper, who is quite the sight in his birthday hat. Her smile deepens at the edges, pressing painfully against her cheeks as she stifles the laugh that threatens to loose. She clocks Jack as well, but her attention shifts to the remaining triplets, and though she hasn't met them before, she can tell them apart easily enough from Vesper's descriptions and their obvious differences. Nova's the loud one, Caly's more like the ocean, he'd told her once, along with a deeper, loving explanation of both that said a hell of a lot more about him than them.
"Hey!" she greets them all, offloading the three wrapped boxes in her arms onto the bar top. For Nova, a romance book that maybe doesn't have a glittery cover, but the man inside sparkles between the sheets. For Calypso, a golden glass suncatcher that will throw the various amber hues across her room in the right light. Vesper's gift is tucked behind a ring of three apples, the smallest box of the bunch. Inside, he'll find a black, braided-leather bracelet, three crystal-cut stars inlaid on one section, with sand from their venture sealed within, shifting faintly whenever the bracelet moves. "Happy birthday," she says warmly to all of them, though it's Vesper she's focused on.
Everything I hold dear resides in those eyes
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
You got that power over me
The only one I know, the only one on my mind
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.
