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
Caly has a point, but where she's certain, Colt's unsure about this being the right time and place. Caly might be a bartender, but there's no bar or alcohol in sight here, and Colt always figured the bartenders had shit to do too and didn't really want to be in charge of the man crying into his gin and tonic and at the corner. Just the inevitability of a dark room and too much drink than the proper time and place, though definitely better than to a barista, not that they don't get their fair share of criers too. There's not a lot of history between them to inspire the same sort of confidence in Colt, but at Caly's persistence, Colt obliges.
Colt leans up over one knee for a minute, pile of weeds scattered around her, dirt smeared like too dark foundation against her chin. Her other leg remains folded under her, and she rests for a minute in thought at Caly's question. Time and place again, and what maybe should have been an easy answer to be truthful about, is one that has continued to keep Colt tangled up since returning from the desert run. Better to stick with a truth that won't wound her. "He's good company," she says with an unflinching gaze to Caly, an easy smile fitting in. "I think that's thanks to you and Nova. The way he talks about you two..." Her smile grows, head tilting with the fond weight of it. "You keep him grounded. We all need people in life who'll do that for us, otherwise we end up a little lost." She's no doubt all the sharper edges to him would have won out if not for the careful tumbling back and forth between his siblings that wear down the points just enough.
As for the thanks, Colt laughs a little at that, pulling off her gloves and slapping them in her lap. "Yeah, any time you wanna hear me tell you life's a bitch, I'm here." Did that count as advice? Maybe some people could use the reminder. "What do you say we get out of here and grab some chow in town? All this talk worked up an appetite."
Colt leans up over one knee for a minute, pile of weeds scattered around her, dirt smeared like too dark foundation against her chin. Her other leg remains folded under her, and she rests for a minute in thought at Caly's question. Time and place again, and what maybe should have been an easy answer to be truthful about, is one that has continued to keep Colt tangled up since returning from the desert run. Better to stick with a truth that won't wound her. "He's good company," she says with an unflinching gaze to Caly, an easy smile fitting in. "I think that's thanks to you and Nova. The way he talks about you two..." Her smile grows, head tilting with the fond weight of it. "You keep him grounded. We all need people in life who'll do that for us, otherwise we end up a little lost." She's no doubt all the sharper edges to him would have won out if not for the careful tumbling back and forth between his siblings that wear down the points just enough.
As for the thanks, Colt laughs a little at that, pulling off her gloves and slapping them in her lap. "Yeah, any time you wanna hear me tell you life's a bitch, I'm here." Did that count as advice? Maybe some people could use the reminder. "What do you say we get out of here and grab some chow in town? All this talk worked up an appetite."
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.
