COLT
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
One 'brow lifts up, mildly devious as her gaze cuts a sharp line sidelong to him. Her fingers continue to run the oiled cloth over the leather, dragging a shine to the dusty edges and darkening the hide of it all as the dry pieces drink in the care. "Revenge?" she repeats, her features canting into something small and sly. "Count me in. We can come up with something little, but super annoying to really mess with him."
When she's pulled back out from herself, everything's like normal; sunlight breaking back through the fog for a moment. "Like...poke a little hole in the middle of all the straws right before his shift starts, so every drink he passes everyone has problems with. Put a dab of honey all over the cabinets so whenever he touches them he gets gunked up. Pour some of that blue stuff (curaçao) in the bottom of his shakers so his drinks come out the wrong color..." She trails off with a shrug and a faint hum as she gets back to the bridle. Clearly she's had too much time in bars to consider what small problems really set them off.
As he asks about her plans though, her hands still for a moment, reaching out to grab her beer as she considers. "Mm," she starts to say, the sound sinking into the bottle as she tips back a sip. Thorn leans in and she glances at him in return, features furrowing with confusion at the look. The name that slips out of his mouth next feels like a punch to the chest, and she exhales sharply around the beer, tilting it down with a short cough that she buries in her elbow.
Hastily she sets the beer down on the table, eyes watering around the feel of the drink being breathed in. "What?!" she croaks, the sound thin as she coughs again, shakily inhaling. It takes her a few moments of gulping down air to fully recover, leaning over her knees and eventually smearing her face into one of her hands as her mind works over the question all the while.
"I dunno," she finally says, and the weakness to it is not from the recovery of her lungs. "Vesper is, gone." She tries for casual, but it ends up softer than she means, and though it's echoed in her head countless times, saying it out loud makes it curl up, like it couldn't bear to exist out in the world. "He's got work in the Grounds now. For an unknown amount of time...a while, it seems." He hasn't been gone long, yet, but knowing it'll stretch on sits heavy in her.
The amber of her stare flicks from the opposite wall to him finally, and she hopes it doesn't look a thing like she feels. "I told him I could visit him, but I haven't decided yet." She puts that truth out tentatively, like it hurts to admit it. "This is always a busy time, with all the babies being born, moving the stock into the far pastures, all this damn mud now." She sighs through her nose. "Now we got this fair prep, and I gotta plan the rodeo for next season again." Her other hand jostles the bridle in her lap as if in proof, needing her tack to be pretty for all the horses that'll be pulling flower floats and letting kids sit on their backs.
When she's pulled back out from herself, everything's like normal; sunlight breaking back through the fog for a moment. "Like...poke a little hole in the middle of all the straws right before his shift starts, so every drink he passes everyone has problems with. Put a dab of honey all over the cabinets so whenever he touches them he gets gunked up. Pour some of that blue stuff (curaçao) in the bottom of his shakers so his drinks come out the wrong color..." She trails off with a shrug and a faint hum as she gets back to the bridle. Clearly she's had too much time in bars to consider what small problems really set them off.
As he asks about her plans though, her hands still for a moment, reaching out to grab her beer as she considers. "Mm," she starts to say, the sound sinking into the bottle as she tips back a sip. Thorn leans in and she glances at him in return, features furrowing with confusion at the look. The name that slips out of his mouth next feels like a punch to the chest, and she exhales sharply around the beer, tilting it down with a short cough that she buries in her elbow.
Hastily she sets the beer down on the table, eyes watering around the feel of the drink being breathed in. "What?!" she croaks, the sound thin as she coughs again, shakily inhaling. It takes her a few moments of gulping down air to fully recover, leaning over her knees and eventually smearing her face into one of her hands as her mind works over the question all the while.
"I dunno," she finally says, and the weakness to it is not from the recovery of her lungs. "Vesper is, gone." She tries for casual, but it ends up softer than she means, and though it's echoed in her head countless times, saying it out loud makes it curl up, like it couldn't bear to exist out in the world. "He's got work in the Grounds now. For an unknown amount of time...a while, it seems." He hasn't been gone long, yet, but knowing it'll stretch on sits heavy in her.
The amber of her stare flicks from the opposite wall to him finally, and she hopes it doesn't look a thing like she feels. "I told him I could visit him, but I haven't decided yet." She puts that truth out tentatively, like it hurts to admit it. "This is always a busy time, with all the babies being born, moving the stock into the far pastures, all this damn mud now." She sighs through her nose. "Now we got this fair prep, and I gotta plan the rodeo for next season again." Her other hand jostles the bridle in her lap as if in proof, needing her tack to be pretty for all the horses that'll be pulling flower floats and letting kids sit on their backs.
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
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.
