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
A simper fits into place as Caly acts like the choice is obvious. "I've known plenty of people that don't want the truth when they ask, and plenty more who still don't even when they say they do." Sometimes it seems like truth is just something nice in theory, an idea you can't help but be drawn to, but a reality often too cutting to hold. The truth doesn't always have to hurt, but it often does, because the nature of things when they're laid bare is to be little bit more rough and ugly. That's why everyone spends so much time finding ways to cover up, be it lies or secrets, makeup or clothing, pavement or fire, something's always trying to hide the ugly truth of the world.
"Next time your favorite vendor asks you how your day is, tell 'em the truth and see what happens." She laughs a little at the notion, picturing some stunned stall keeper held hostage with a litany of grievances against life. "But sure, truth it is." Her amber gaze returns to Caly, features softening a bit, a smile still lingering, but one that doesn't seem so practiced, so it isn't so bright as before.
"Mm, I think happy is something you just work on chasing, not so much what you attain." It's all about the adventure, not the destination, right? "Because it sure seems when you should be happy, there's still something bad, or something wrong, like a thread begging to be pulled and undo it all." She sets back into the work, like each weed is one that has personally taken root in her happiness and she means to rip it free. "You just get a few moments of it here and there, like playing cards with the ranch hands and going on a winning streak," her grin broadens a bit at that. "Or finally breaking through to a starter horse and seeing them get it, what you're asking, for the first time, making all the rest of the rides and communication better. Nights shooting the shit with friends near a fire pit, drinks in hand." A pause, a glance shot over her shoulder at Caly. "Any time I spend with Vesper." There's an uncharacteristic shyness to the smile that lingers after his name. She'd certainly been hoping Caly's appearance meant he'd be stumbling out of the shrubs not long after her, but seems she's out of luck again.
"So, yeah, once in a while, with the right day and the right people, I'm happy, for long enough to give me the strength to keep slogging through all the other shitty times." Happy can be relative though. She thought she was happy once before too, but turns out she was just in love, and that's hell. "I think if happy's your aim though, you'll never be satisfied. Better to let it sneak up on you."
"Next time your favorite vendor asks you how your day is, tell 'em the truth and see what happens." She laughs a little at the notion, picturing some stunned stall keeper held hostage with a litany of grievances against life. "But sure, truth it is." Her amber gaze returns to Caly, features softening a bit, a smile still lingering, but one that doesn't seem so practiced, so it isn't so bright as before.
"Mm, I think happy is something you just work on chasing, not so much what you attain." It's all about the adventure, not the destination, right? "Because it sure seems when you should be happy, there's still something bad, or something wrong, like a thread begging to be pulled and undo it all." She sets back into the work, like each weed is one that has personally taken root in her happiness and she means to rip it free. "You just get a few moments of it here and there, like playing cards with the ranch hands and going on a winning streak," her grin broadens a bit at that. "Or finally breaking through to a starter horse and seeing them get it, what you're asking, for the first time, making all the rest of the rides and communication better. Nights shooting the shit with friends near a fire pit, drinks in hand." A pause, a glance shot over her shoulder at Caly. "Any time I spend with Vesper." There's an uncharacteristic shyness to the smile that lingers after his name. She'd certainly been hoping Caly's appearance meant he'd be stumbling out of the shrubs not long after her, but seems she's out of luck again.
"So, yeah, once in a while, with the right day and the right people, I'm happy, for long enough to give me the strength to keep slogging through all the other shitty times." Happy can be relative though. She thought she was happy once before too, but turns out she was just in love, and that's hell. "I think if happy's your aim though, you'll never be satisfied. Better to let it sneak up on you."
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.
