COLT
I'm homesick for somewhere that doesn't exist
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
For someone I'm still learning to miss
Said goodbye, wasn't ready yet
Only see you in this silhouette
Safrin's beauty is not given justice in memory. Between every night sky she admires and the first time she'd met her at this same spot, Colt thought she knew what to expect. The reality of Safrin is far more dazzling, and Colt's expression shifts from subtle worry to wonder as the storm is remade into a galaxy around them, Safrin at its center with all her radiant glory.
She simpers at the query, having shared a similar response when first considering it herself. "Went so well the last time," she reasons, trailing off with a shrug. The world is so full of terrible things, it seems worth repeating the few that are good. As her gaze tips with Safrin's to the shrine and all the unnecessary additions she brought along, her smile tilts into more of a humorous huff. "Better than the alternative," she drawls, jaw working over the amusement as it settles back into something neutral. Her gaze retains a spark of it, pleasantly surprised to discover that this forboding monument built up in her mind is nothing more nefarious than a sharp and powerful woman. Which, for those that would ask her to dim herself and be betrayed by any refusal to do so, there is no worse evil to them than that.
It's an understatement, especially since the presence before her belongs to something far more than a woman, and she'd do well not to abandon all caution. For now, though, she just appreciates that at least this one thing today has been easier than expected.
Observing the taste of the drink with all the curiosity of a freshly minted cat, there's a touch of relief at the approval, and a knowing sort of shape to her lips at the description. She had tried a sip of it before coming here, and strong doesn't do the drink enough credit for how quickly it wrecked her. As for her children enjoying themselves, Colt isn't sure if she means at the rodeo, or over the entire year, though the distinction perhaps doesn't entirely matter. "You and me both," she breaths, soft where she holds something back with a swallow, her throat suddenly run dry.
Fortunately, Safrin doesn't linger long on that rather ominous potential, getting to the true matter at hand. Colt's head lifts, interest narrowing her focus in from all the pretty aspects dancing around Safrin to just the job being doled out. "I'll see you soon, then," she nods, and it's less because of confidence or ease than it is straight need to get the work done. "Appreciate it," she murmurs, in farewell, as she turns and walks through the starlit rain back to her horse.
[FIN]
She simpers at the query, having shared a similar response when first considering it herself. "Went so well the last time," she reasons, trailing off with a shrug. The world is so full of terrible things, it seems worth repeating the few that are good. As her gaze tips with Safrin's to the shrine and all the unnecessary additions she brought along, her smile tilts into more of a humorous huff. "Better than the alternative," she drawls, jaw working over the amusement as it settles back into something neutral. Her gaze retains a spark of it, pleasantly surprised to discover that this forboding monument built up in her mind is nothing more nefarious than a sharp and powerful woman. Which, for those that would ask her to dim herself and be betrayed by any refusal to do so, there is no worse evil to them than that.
It's an understatement, especially since the presence before her belongs to something far more than a woman, and she'd do well not to abandon all caution. For now, though, she just appreciates that at least this one thing today has been easier than expected.
Observing the taste of the drink with all the curiosity of a freshly minted cat, there's a touch of relief at the approval, and a knowing sort of shape to her lips at the description. She had tried a sip of it before coming here, and strong doesn't do the drink enough credit for how quickly it wrecked her. As for her children enjoying themselves, Colt isn't sure if she means at the rodeo, or over the entire year, though the distinction perhaps doesn't entirely matter. "You and me both," she breaths, soft where she holds something back with a swallow, her throat suddenly run dry.
Fortunately, Safrin doesn't linger long on that rather ominous potential, getting to the true matter at hand. Colt's head lifts, interest narrowing her focus in from all the pretty aspects dancing around Safrin to just the job being doled out. "I'll see you soon, then," she nods, and it's less because of confidence or ease than it is straight need to get the work done. "Appreciate it," she murmurs, in farewell, as she turns and walks through the starlit rain back to her horse.
[FIN]
I'm homesick for conversations I would avoid
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
And now I miss the sound of your voice
Now there's nothing but a shadow left
So I'll just keep on chasing shadows of you
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.
