COLT
You put my fire out each time I lit it
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
See your demons in the mirror and they keep grinning
Got my backbone back, four years you kept it hidden
A shrill gasp and squeal escapes her as she's found, the splash of his water against her legs startling when she'd thought herself perfectly hidden and him the one about to fall victim to her. The sound breaks apart into rich laughter, the surprise sinking into a refreshing relief as the wet drips down her pantlegs into her boots a bit. She peels back the laundry nearly as soon as she's been doused, not about to let him escape when he's so close, and heaves her bucket of water at his chest, some of his flowers already on display against his skin where he'd been soaked earlier.
Of course, now she's in real trouble, because her bucket is empty, but his hands alone could bring down a tide of defeat. Not that she'd much anticipated winning this game, but she had hoped to last a little longer than this. The bucket falls to her feet, hands help up with palms showing in surrender. "You wouldn't strike an unarmed woman, would you Sunjata?" she grins, mischief alight in her gaze as some of her team sweeps in from behind him, pitchers at the ready.
So the game might have gone on, if not for another rumble of thunder and a shout that rises amid the alley not long thereafter. "Smoke!" the man bellows, and immediately Colt's gaze lifts to the sky, the starting plume of another wildfire present. Always bad this time of year, and distant, but fuck if that doesn't look like it's— "that's by the meadows!" Every part of her sharpens, all manner of play swept away in a breath. She runs past him, out into the open for a better view, holding her hat to her head as she scans the skyline. She can't tell accurately from here where exactly it is, but either way, the smoke plume is a sign that something is burning, and with all the dead brush around, it won't stay small. The rain isn't nearly heavy enough to douse it alone.
Of course, now she's in real trouble, because her bucket is empty, but his hands alone could bring down a tide of defeat. Not that she'd much anticipated winning this game, but she had hoped to last a little longer than this. The bucket falls to her feet, hands help up with palms showing in surrender. "You wouldn't strike an unarmed woman, would you Sunjata?" she grins, mischief alight in her gaze as some of her team sweeps in from behind him, pitchers at the ready.
So the game might have gone on, if not for another rumble of thunder and a shout that rises amid the alley not long thereafter. "Smoke!" the man bellows, and immediately Colt's gaze lifts to the sky, the starting plume of another wildfire present. Always bad this time of year, and distant, but fuck if that doesn't look like it's— "that's by the meadows!" Every part of her sharpens, all manner of play swept away in a breath. She runs past him, out into the open for a better view, holding her hat to her head as she scans the skyline. She can't tell accurately from here where exactly it is, but either way, the smoke plume is a sign that something is burning, and with all the dead brush around, it won't stay small. The rain isn't nearly heavy enough to douse it alone.
Some things are meant to be, looks like we weren't
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
When I ran away from you my flame returned
Guess it's safe to say that now the bridge is burned
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.
