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
The sound of the laugh draws Colt's exasperated scowl away from the lead blade she's got pinched between her fingers. It's enough to scatter some of the haze that comes with hurt. For a moment the sharp edge of concentration in her amber eyes dulls back into something a little easier. Her focus slides past the pencil to the crouching tiger across from her that's dressed like a girl. Her own smile cracks open, a dry huff of a laugh leaking out. "It's like they say sugar, words hurt." She tilts her head with a click of her tongue, suggesting that she just might write something cutting to Thal, although Colt definitely has more experience with the barbs of spoken word.
The peace is short lived, and Colt expects nothing less. She's forced to take a staggering step back as Thal presses in, her free hand once more snapping out to try and redirect the blade elsewhere. This time she tries to drive the momentum of the thrust further up, her body rolling back away from the sharp point, her head especially sucking back in her best imitation of a scared turtle. "Hey!" she admonishes half heartedly, her slanted smile suggesting as much. "Not the fucking tits," Spoken as if Thal has just crossed a boundary of well established woman's code that it need not be spoken (compared to, hey don't kill me).
Her pencil hand tries to stab the point down into Thal's arm as Colt continues to try and step back and away from the pressure of Thal's advance. Her hip bumps a nearby pool table though, and she fumbles to edge around it.
3/4 tries to redirect Thal's knife up and stab her in the arm with the sharp pencil.
The peace is short lived, and Colt expects nothing less. She's forced to take a staggering step back as Thal presses in, her free hand once more snapping out to try and redirect the blade elsewhere. This time she tries to drive the momentum of the thrust further up, her body rolling back away from the sharp point, her head especially sucking back in her best imitation of a scared turtle. "Hey!" she admonishes half heartedly, her slanted smile suggesting as much. "Not the fucking tits," Spoken as if Thal has just crossed a boundary of well established woman's code that it need not be spoken (compared to, hey don't kill me).
Her pencil hand tries to stab the point down into Thal's arm as Colt continues to try and step back and away from the pressure of Thal's advance. Her hip bumps a nearby pool table though, and she fumbles to edge around it.
3/4 tries to redirect Thal's knife up and stab her in the arm with the sharp pencil.
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.
