COLT
We can love just like rain
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
One drop too much and we'll drown
Wishin' I would be enough, 'cause I don't wanna lose
Colt's smile only deepens as he attempts to call her bluff. She lets him keep the idea that he'd be safe with a knowing silence, because she agrees—Jack would not fall for Vesper the jester, but he never seems to realize quite how brightly he shines for his siblings. Vesper the prancing pony for the sake of his sisters? Absolutely plausible, on deck or not. She wouldn't dream of framing him under the guise of a joke, but for love? Vesper would be easy to find guilty.
Her actual horse tilts his head a bit as Vesper's hand settles, one ear flicking back lazy on their conversation. She gradually leans more and more onto his neck, ever drawn towards this man. "A fire?" she repeats with some surprise, features lifting with the shock of it. "Here I thought Torchline didn't burn, just bakes everything year round into an even tan." Although she huffs a laugh, there's a crease of worry that soon follows. Having dealt with fire plenty, even recently, it's no pretty thing when it takes. "Hopefully nothing too important got caught in it." A bar's a far different thing from a home to see go up, but it'd still been their's, still a blow, enough of one to upend their lives. "In the loss is our gain—we're in need of better bartenders, and bars." She catches herself with a cluck of her tongue. "I guess just the Ark gets the benefit though."
Gods, the way he wears a smile ought to be a sin. It hits her right in her chest, and for a moment she's forgotten how to manage her words around the feel of it. All she can do is meet the dare in his stare, a place that threatens to swallow her whole sometimes. She remembers herself after what feels like too long and a short laugh breaks her free with a shake of her head. "The dogs go where they want, but given you're such a pushover, I'm sure you'll have more than two with you after all the leftovers you gave them last time," she murmurs with unhidden affection. Some loyal pack she has, just takes showing up with steaks and offering portions of them to win the mongrels over. "As for anything other than dogs, depends on whether you show up with wine again or not." It's nice to pretend that would matter, some sort of cover for her to duck behind, but she's positive they both know it wouldn't change the welcome he'd receive. The slow tilt of her head into her hand as she rests over the horse and the way a smile has never quite left her since he walked up all says plenty. He's never needed to bring her a thing, could probably even bring everything she hates and it'd fail to drown him out still.
With everything going slack as they talk, her grip's gone loose on the forgotten package. It slips free, thudding onto the ground suddenly. The resting horse is abruptly alert, head high as he jolts forward. Colt curses under her breath as she fights to gather abandoned reins and shift back into a proper seat while he takes a few strides down the dock.
Her actual horse tilts his head a bit as Vesper's hand settles, one ear flicking back lazy on their conversation. She gradually leans more and more onto his neck, ever drawn towards this man. "A fire?" she repeats with some surprise, features lifting with the shock of it. "Here I thought Torchline didn't burn, just bakes everything year round into an even tan." Although she huffs a laugh, there's a crease of worry that soon follows. Having dealt with fire plenty, even recently, it's no pretty thing when it takes. "Hopefully nothing too important got caught in it." A bar's a far different thing from a home to see go up, but it'd still been their's, still a blow, enough of one to upend their lives. "In the loss is our gain—we're in need of better bartenders, and bars." She catches herself with a cluck of her tongue. "I guess just the Ark gets the benefit though."
Gods, the way he wears a smile ought to be a sin. It hits her right in her chest, and for a moment she's forgotten how to manage her words around the feel of it. All she can do is meet the dare in his stare, a place that threatens to swallow her whole sometimes. She remembers herself after what feels like too long and a short laugh breaks her free with a shake of her head. "The dogs go where they want, but given you're such a pushover, I'm sure you'll have more than two with you after all the leftovers you gave them last time," she murmurs with unhidden affection. Some loyal pack she has, just takes showing up with steaks and offering portions of them to win the mongrels over. "As for anything other than dogs, depends on whether you show up with wine again or not." It's nice to pretend that would matter, some sort of cover for her to duck behind, but she's positive they both know it wouldn't change the welcome he'd receive. The slow tilt of her head into her hand as she rests over the horse and the way a smile has never quite left her since he walked up all says plenty. He's never needed to bring her a thing, could probably even bring everything she hates and it'd fail to drown him out still.
With everything going slack as they talk, her grip's gone loose on the forgotten package. It slips free, thudding onto the ground suddenly. The resting horse is abruptly alert, head high as he jolts forward. Colt curses under her breath as she fights to gather abandoned reins and shift back into a proper seat while he takes a few strides down the dock.
Nothing makes sense when you're gone, I need you around
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
I will love you like the stars love to shoot
And shadows love the moon
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.
