COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
She can feel the heat of the drink course all the way down and curl in her belly, the feel a familiar one that's like putting coals up to cold and weary bones, just waiting for the warmth to spread all the way into her fingertips and her toes. Her next shot, as ordered, is placed beside her, but she doesn't reach for it. Her focus is wholly on Thalassa now, interest cutting her features into a sharp concentration. She'd thought about a lot their whole walk over here, like why the fuck she chose such a colorful jungle to practice in, why she didn't just rope the mudtiger's maw and drop the rest of it then and there and gallop down the coast, or why she didn't just not rope a mudtiger to start with. One thing her mind kept circling back to though, is the way Thalassa spoke about Vesper. She could understand being pissed, she almost died and Colt might have a few choice words of her own in the same shoes, but it's the way she said it. There'd been a certain weight to the words, and most importantly, a grim disbelief that he'd missed her intentionally.
As Thalassa clarifies who she means, Colt nods. Her fingers tap idly on the bar top next to her in an outward display of the churning in her mind, especially when Thalassa continues with her clear disapproval. It's interesting, to say the least, because here it looks like she might have found one of his ugly sides at last. She's been looking for it, once in a while, not quite able to believe the fairytale she's made him in her mind, the one he's created for her time and time again. It's in part because Colt hasn't known men to ever be as good as him, and while he's given her no reason not to trust in what he offers, she doesn't trust herself enough. Every other time she's wanted someone, or thought she found something real and happy, it turned around and bit her. If she's fallen for him, then history tells her she's tripping over someone that's about to make everything hurt.
"Yeah," she says with a quiet blink, still trying to fit this version of Vesper that Thalassa's talking about next to her own brand of midnight she's come to know. The pieces aren't quite aligning. "I called him because I knew he'd get it done." Which is perhaps the simplest truth to her relationship with Vesper—reliable, capable, proven. He's been there, many times for her. "He's always dependable." Maybe he's an asshole in Thalassa's eyes, but surely she can agree to that? Afterall, not everyone gets along, and though he's always been crooked smiles and sparking glances for her, Thalassa is no peach, so maybe they had a conflict. She can't blame a man for that.
As Thalassa clarifies who she means, Colt nods. Her fingers tap idly on the bar top next to her in an outward display of the churning in her mind, especially when Thalassa continues with her clear disapproval. It's interesting, to say the least, because here it looks like she might have found one of his ugly sides at last. She's been looking for it, once in a while, not quite able to believe the fairytale she's made him in her mind, the one he's created for her time and time again. It's in part because Colt hasn't known men to ever be as good as him, and while he's given her no reason not to trust in what he offers, she doesn't trust herself enough. Every other time she's wanted someone, or thought she found something real and happy, it turned around and bit her. If she's fallen for him, then history tells her she's tripping over someone that's about to make everything hurt.
"Yeah," she says with a quiet blink, still trying to fit this version of Vesper that Thalassa's talking about next to her own brand of midnight she's come to know. The pieces aren't quite aligning. "I called him because I knew he'd get it done." Which is perhaps the simplest truth to her relationship with Vesper—reliable, capable, proven. He's been there, many times for her. "He's always dependable." Maybe he's an asshole in Thalassa's eyes, but surely she can agree to that? Afterall, not everyone gets along, and though he's always been crooked smiles and sparking glances for her, Thalassa is no peach, so maybe they had a conflict. She can't blame a man for that.
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
