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
Colt's gaze tracks the small flickers of unspoken responses that appear with each drifting thought that rises at her words. She doesn't know Thalassa well enough to have a normal baseline to go off, but most people's features tilt in the same way, and these shapes speak of a bruised familiarity. It's the same kind she's worn plenty of times herself. She doesn't act on it, still isn't totally sure, especially since Thalassa hides it well, but Colt's prone to paying attention to the things that the body says without permission, because those are the honest ones. It's one of the annoying things about Vesper that leaves him like an itch in her mind so often, he's so damn hard to read and she revisits old scenarios again and again as if she might find something new and sure in the memory.
Colt's finger tapping slows, her hand taking her head instead as she leans further into the bar, the ghost of a smile edging in. "Guess it all depends what you got yourself into I reckon." If she warns someone a bull's in a field, she's not gonna hurry to their help when they brush her off and think they're faster than those horns. Maybe some days they are, but one day they'll get caught by the edge of them. Sometimes the lesson doesn't stick until they know how bad the horns hurt. "Sometimes it's better to let a horse untangle themselves, or you end up making it worse trying to help." She hopes she doesn't need to clarify for Thalassa that people can be stupid, panicking animals too, and that a shitstorm has a way of dragging in people that get too close, whatever their intentions.
Her lips purse with continued curiosity though. "Why, you call on him once and he didn't answer?" The call in this case not being a channel, given Thalassa can't, but the meaning doesn't have to be so exact. Colt certainly didn't mean his dependability and abilities in her experience have been just channeling anyway, given that'd been the first.
Colt's finger tapping slows, her hand taking her head instead as she leans further into the bar, the ghost of a smile edging in. "Guess it all depends what you got yourself into I reckon." If she warns someone a bull's in a field, she's not gonna hurry to their help when they brush her off and think they're faster than those horns. Maybe some days they are, but one day they'll get caught by the edge of them. Sometimes the lesson doesn't stick until they know how bad the horns hurt. "Sometimes it's better to let a horse untangle themselves, or you end up making it worse trying to help." She hopes she doesn't need to clarify for Thalassa that people can be stupid, panicking animals too, and that a shitstorm has a way of dragging in people that get too close, whatever their intentions.
Her lips purse with continued curiosity though. "Why, you call on him once and he didn't answer?" The call in this case not being a channel, given Thalassa can't, but the meaning doesn't have to be so exact. Colt certainly didn't mean his dependability and abilities in her experience have been just channeling anyway, given that'd been the first.
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.
