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
The House of Midnight, he says casually, as though that wouldn't routinely place him as close to her as possible, aside from joining the ranch hands directly. It's her go to haunt, if only because it's the closest bar for her, close enough for half-naked drunkards to pass out on her porch from time to time and require a morning hosing off to send them on their way.
Her eyes widen a bit, smile thinning with a worry she doesn't set free. The pull of him would be difficult to avoid if he's just down the road; she's only survived it until now with a damn sea between them. Some reckless part of her wonders if that'd be so bad though—probably the part that always winds up missing him when she least expects to.
"You'll do fine wherever you land, I'm sure," she offers with an effort of nonchalance. Though there's a twitch of the smile's return at the idea of Jack starting up a bar on his ship. He'd have more than scuff marks to worry about then.
Her mouth quirks to the side in amused agreement as she nods, clarifying the term and the intent behind it with just a look. It's the kind that flares with unspoken meaning, steeped in memory and all the feelings it carries. "Smart man," she says with a faint laugh. "But I said Champagne works too," she reminds him, you know, so he has options.
When the horse opts for motion and the package is left behind, it doesn't take long for Colt to gather the mount back up. Some leg pressure and a bow to the neck, and her steed's pretty as pie again and stepping down the wood with a controlled clopping sound.
Colt's mouth runs dry though when she puts it all together after the initial jolt's worn off, the evidence clear in the twilight he offers up so politely. She pulls the horse back, not quite returning all the way, seeming to think better of it in fact. Though, she can't help the twist of a smile at his remark. "Bird's these days, can't always count on 'em to get the job done." That she's got other issues with birds makes this funnier than he'll know. "Keep it," she tosses out with only the faintest hesitation coloring her cheeks. "It's yours anyway."
Her mount pivots, angling back the way she'd just hauled him up from, deeper into the marketplace. "Welcome home, Ves. I'll be seein' you." She lifts two fingers over her head in farewell, not daring to look back.
Her eyes widen a bit, smile thinning with a worry she doesn't set free. The pull of him would be difficult to avoid if he's just down the road; she's only survived it until now with a damn sea between them. Some reckless part of her wonders if that'd be so bad though—probably the part that always winds up missing him when she least expects to.
"You'll do fine wherever you land, I'm sure," she offers with an effort of nonchalance. Though there's a twitch of the smile's return at the idea of Jack starting up a bar on his ship. He'd have more than scuff marks to worry about then.
Her mouth quirks to the side in amused agreement as she nods, clarifying the term and the intent behind it with just a look. It's the kind that flares with unspoken meaning, steeped in memory and all the feelings it carries. "Smart man," she says with a faint laugh. "But I said Champagne works too," she reminds him, you know, so he has options.
When the horse opts for motion and the package is left behind, it doesn't take long for Colt to gather the mount back up. Some leg pressure and a bow to the neck, and her steed's pretty as pie again and stepping down the wood with a controlled clopping sound.
Colt's mouth runs dry though when she puts it all together after the initial jolt's worn off, the evidence clear in the twilight he offers up so politely. She pulls the horse back, not quite returning all the way, seeming to think better of it in fact. Though, she can't help the twist of a smile at his remark. "Bird's these days, can't always count on 'em to get the job done." That she's got other issues with birds makes this funnier than he'll know. "Keep it," she tosses out with only the faintest hesitation coloring her cheeks. "It's yours anyway."
Her mount pivots, angling back the way she'd just hauled him up from, deeper into the marketplace. "Welcome home, Ves. I'll be seein' you." She lifts two fingers over her head in farewell, not daring to look back.
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.
