Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
Well, that'll show her. Why get a white mask when you can get a black mask and make it white? Maybe she doesn't get art, too focused on efficiency. Although she's always found beauty in the things that nature makes, like smell of a storm before it breaks, the wind tousling the hair of the grass, the way people don't give up no matter what kicks them down. Show her that in a painting and she just might pay the paintbrush more heed.
Still, her attention is on him as he gets to work, 'brows lifting with surprise that he's doing it here. Not only because he's decorating the shopkeep's wares in front of him, not that the vendor seems to mind, so perhaps this is a more common occurrence than she realizes. Again, masks aren't her usual style, but she's betting Sunjata has bought more than this one. Then there's the entire fact that this is a shop, not a studio, but again no one seems to mind. Art is so much harder than it seems, apparently.
At his final result, she smiles out her approval. "Perfect for you," she admits, and after a moment and his remark, places the gaudy pale mask down. Silver he suggests, and she rather thinks he's right, her fingers skimming over one not long after. "I'll take it as is," she tells the vendor as they exchange payment and mask. "I'm far too lazy to be doing all of that," her wrist flips towards the Flood, a lopsided grin flashed his way. "Mask, check. Now for the cheese. Catch ya later Sunjata."
[FIN]
Still, her attention is on him as he gets to work, 'brows lifting with surprise that he's doing it here. Not only because he's decorating the shopkeep's wares in front of him, not that the vendor seems to mind, so perhaps this is a more common occurrence than she realizes. Again, masks aren't her usual style, but she's betting Sunjata has bought more than this one. Then there's the entire fact that this is a shop, not a studio, but again no one seems to mind. Art is so much harder than it seems, apparently.
At his final result, she smiles out her approval. "Perfect for you," she admits, and after a moment and his remark, places the gaudy pale mask down. Silver he suggests, and she rather thinks he's right, her fingers skimming over one not long after. "I'll take it as is," she tells the vendor as they exchange payment and mask. "I'm far too lazy to be doing all of that," her wrist flips towards the Flood, a lopsided grin flashed his way. "Mask, check. Now for the cheese. Catch ya later Sunjata."
[FIN]
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
