COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
Colt hums a bit, more in thought than work, though she has returned to digging around a particularly thick stem of a weed that resisted her yanking. "It's hard, honest work," she says in an attempt to simplify it. "Can't cheat or pretend much, you'll get exposed pretty quick when everything starts going wrong and dyin' around ya, and then all your money and all the trust dries up." From the men, from the horses, from the dogs. They all need to be able to count on each other to get the day done, each and every day. "Not sure I'd trade it for anything else though." A fond smile settles, though it fades as she sets her strength into the excavated weed and heaves back. It resists briefly before the ground shifts enough underneath and the green stalk gives way, nearly tipping her back on her ass. She flings it behind her with victory and distaste in equal measure.
"Always good to find purpose, yanno? Something that needs you, something you can pour yourself into, however much of it that may be. Keeps the quiet days loud." She glances across at Caly, figuring she's still working on finding her calling and how exactly to manage herself around fresh and raw feelings, around the quiet that intrudes and makes you stalk through labyrinths.
At her question though, Colt pauses, leaning into the depth of her trowel as it sinks into the dirt. "Am I supposed to give you the easy answer, and say yeah, and we go about our time like it ain't nothin'?" That's the kind of hollow response she'd expect to give to someone she barely knows, but maybe it's the seclusion of the hedges and the physical act of removing all the unwanted, suffocating plants around them that makes her feel like they could do the same for themselves. "Or you want the truth, even if it's not so shiny, and it hurts a bit more?"
"Always good to find purpose, yanno? Something that needs you, something you can pour yourself into, however much of it that may be. Keeps the quiet days loud." She glances across at Caly, figuring she's still working on finding her calling and how exactly to manage herself around fresh and raw feelings, around the quiet that intrudes and makes you stalk through labyrinths.
At her question though, Colt pauses, leaning into the depth of her trowel as it sinks into the dirt. "Am I supposed to give you the easy answer, and say yeah, and we go about our time like it ain't nothin'?" That's the kind of hollow response she'd expect to give to someone she barely knows, but maybe it's the seclusion of the hedges and the physical act of removing all the unwanted, suffocating plants around them that makes her feel like they could do the same for themselves. "Or you want the truth, even if it's not so shiny, and it hurts a bit more?"
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
