COLT
"You're holding a box and I'm in a skirt," she murmurs back to Vesper with a tilt of amusement, a spark setting in behind her eyes. "Didn't realize I had to write it down for it to count, but if that's the rules..." the dry tone drags out with a click of her tongue, "then I guess you're outta luck."
Although it certainly seems like no one will be cashing in much this evening, with the way things begin to unfold. He shifts beside her, his arm her preferred style of scarf, so she moves with him. Her back rests against the counter as well, though she leans back on her elbows like she's settling in for a story that might take some time. She's tilted into the open nook of his side beneath the span of his arm, drink in hand as she listens to Vesper lay it all out plainly.
He's all practiced calm at the moment. It had always seemed effortless on him, but this feels different, dangerous, the same way a hot horse is right before you step into the stirrup, an explosion in waiting beneath a thin layer of skin. She can't tell what he keeps catching on, the sudden pause of his drink the indicator she notices, not the precursor. The couple is a little too distant for her to grab the words clearly, or maybe it's because she's wedged in with the bar chatter and has significantly less investment in the outcome of the pairing, though the way Calypso steps back and Kaisel's hands flare out is obvious enough that it's not going well.
She changes the hand her drink is in, freeing up the one closest to him so she can tuck it behind his back along the counter. Her fingers splay a bit against him, something steadying for the energy he's got pooling in the name of his sister. She knows, maybe not fully, but enough to recognize he can't talk about them the way he does without fighting for them in equal measure. Nova's fuel, the spark Vesper flings out, it's all gonna break soon. Colt tucks the expectancy of the inevitable detonation behind a sip of her paloma, gaze sliding towards Hawthorn and Mateo, the only pair that seem like they might avoid the ricochet of everything.
"Theea, was it?" Colt asks low and slow, attention drifting back to the girl at her side. "Might wanna pace yourself sugar, wanna be able to stand and walk a while longer yet."
Although it certainly seems like no one will be cashing in much this evening, with the way things begin to unfold. He shifts beside her, his arm her preferred style of scarf, so she moves with him. Her back rests against the counter as well, though she leans back on her elbows like she's settling in for a story that might take some time. She's tilted into the open nook of his side beneath the span of his arm, drink in hand as she listens to Vesper lay it all out plainly.
He's all practiced calm at the moment. It had always seemed effortless on him, but this feels different, dangerous, the same way a hot horse is right before you step into the stirrup, an explosion in waiting beneath a thin layer of skin. She can't tell what he keeps catching on, the sudden pause of his drink the indicator she notices, not the precursor. The couple is a little too distant for her to grab the words clearly, or maybe it's because she's wedged in with the bar chatter and has significantly less investment in the outcome of the pairing, though the way Calypso steps back and Kaisel's hands flare out is obvious enough that it's not going well.
She changes the hand her drink is in, freeing up the one closest to him so she can tuck it behind his back along the counter. Her fingers splay a bit against him, something steadying for the energy he's got pooling in the name of his sister. She knows, maybe not fully, but enough to recognize he can't talk about them the way he does without fighting for them in equal measure. Nova's fuel, the spark Vesper flings out, it's all gonna break soon. Colt tucks the expectancy of the inevitable detonation behind a sip of her paloma, gaze sliding towards Hawthorn and Mateo, the only pair that seem like they might avoid the ricochet of everything.
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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.
