COLT
She isn't nearly as positive that a giant triangle that needs a patch slapped onto it is as impressive as giving her body shape out of a mess of loose fabric, but she chooses to let him keep his pride on that fact. Maybe he's right, if she did see it in action, it would be something worth commending. As if to remind herself, she throws a quick glance towards the red that currently hangs along the network of masts and ropes, but it doesn't inspire any additional belief.
Tracing borders with string and stitch, Colt laughs faintly in return, unbothered by the edge to his tone. "Plenty of kids don't look so much like their parents," she clarifies with a wayward tilt of her eyes back towards him as she ties off a strand, "gods or not.". It's there in the cut of their face, the brutal sort of confidence that rests on their shoulders, the too blue of their eyes. She meets those now, but there's no mistaking the pair across from her as belonging to Vesper. While both are stunningly bright, crisp with the startling color of something that can grow cold, rimmed in shadow that dulls the shine from time to time, they're entirely different. Jack's look like sunlight filtered through ice, a stretch of tundra surrounded by a sea so depthless it's haunting. Vesper's though, his are stars folded up in daylight, bright despite the darkness that cuts in on the sides, the hint of a vast abyss lying in wait. Similar as they might be, feeling frost close over the surf while you drown feels like an awful way to lose yourself. She'd rather reach into the void, find out what exactly sits in there.
She tips her focus back to her pile on the table, reaching for the fringe and the beads to add a touch of herself to this version of Ludo. "Anyway, it was just a compliment honey," she sighs halfheartedly, like he missed the whole point. Shaking out the dress (?) on her lap, she holds it up to him, "Think this is passable?"
Tracing borders with string and stitch, Colt laughs faintly in return, unbothered by the edge to his tone. "Plenty of kids don't look so much like their parents," she clarifies with a wayward tilt of her eyes back towards him as she ties off a strand, "gods or not.". It's there in the cut of their face, the brutal sort of confidence that rests on their shoulders, the too blue of their eyes. She meets those now, but there's no mistaking the pair across from her as belonging to Vesper. While both are stunningly bright, crisp with the startling color of something that can grow cold, rimmed in shadow that dulls the shine from time to time, they're entirely different. Jack's look like sunlight filtered through ice, a stretch of tundra surrounded by a sea so depthless it's haunting. Vesper's though, his are stars folded up in daylight, bright despite the darkness that cuts in on the sides, the hint of a vast abyss lying in wait. Similar as they might be, feeling frost close over the surf while you drown feels like an awful way to lose yourself. She'd rather reach into the void, find out what exactly sits in there.
She tips her focus back to her pile on the table, reaching for the fringe and the beads to add a touch of herself to this version of Ludo. "Anyway, it was just a compliment honey," she sighs halfheartedly, like he missed the whole point. Shaking out the dress (?) on her lap, she holds it up to him, "Think this is passable?"
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
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.
