COLT
I used to shine bright like gold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Now I'm all indigo
My colors are darker and cold
Her palm is soon propping her head up as her side bears the brunt of her weight in a golden spill over the bar. She keeps the hang of her hair and the incline of her hat like a curtain she's drawn against the world, leaving only him for her too peer at and vica versa, well him and the distant crowds buzzing behind him in their own little groups of misery and mischief.
Her gaze drops from the lines of his face that cut him into something handsome to the ripple of feathers that speak of unease. She's only ever known him steady, all his old scars bearing bad memories that his smile always told her he knew better than to revisit. This one doesn't quite speak to the same story. Some of her own jumpy haste softens a hair, fingers spreading lightly against the bar as she sinks back onto her own feet more.
It should be no surprise that an annual stretch of pure darkness for days on end has created versions of nightmares for everyone in some manner, but she's spent so long wrapped up in her own that she'd created this idea that everyone else found lights to cluster around instead. "Oh thanks sugar," she brightens with the relief. "You're a literal lifesaver. Would have found me dead with a broken neck by the time snowmelt hit otherwise." She lurches back onto her heels, shoving off the bar to step in beside him.
"Mm," she murmurs, counting stock and lanterns in her mind along with the number of miserable nights remaining. "Just a couple will do. Don't wanna carry too many and drop any, and I don't wanna leave you short. I'm sure you burn through a lot more than I do." She could get by with one lantern, turn it into her bright little shadow and take it everywhere with her, worst case. Ideally she'd have fuel for the several stationed around her home, but she'd not be looking a gift horse in its mouth tonight.
Her gaze drops from the lines of his face that cut him into something handsome to the ripple of feathers that speak of unease. She's only ever known him steady, all his old scars bearing bad memories that his smile always told her he knew better than to revisit. This one doesn't quite speak to the same story. Some of her own jumpy haste softens a hair, fingers spreading lightly against the bar as she sinks back onto her own feet more.
It should be no surprise that an annual stretch of pure darkness for days on end has created versions of nightmares for everyone in some manner, but she's spent so long wrapped up in her own that she'd created this idea that everyone else found lights to cluster around instead. "Oh thanks sugar," she brightens with the relief. "You're a literal lifesaver. Would have found me dead with a broken neck by the time snowmelt hit otherwise." She lurches back onto her heels, shoving off the bar to step in beside him.
"Mm," she murmurs, counting stock and lanterns in her mind along with the number of miserable nights remaining. "Just a couple will do. Don't wanna carry too many and drop any, and I don't wanna leave you short. I'm sure you burn through a lot more than I do." She could get by with one lantern, turn it into her bright little shadow and take it everywhere with her, worst case. Ideally she'd have fuel for the several stationed around her home, but she'd not be looking a gift horse in its mouth tonight.
I gave up a piece of my heart
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
Then I turned to run
My head's in the clouds
But I don't feel close to the sun
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.
