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
She will absolutely be teasing him about this bartender again later, a smirk stretching out in current response to his protective stance over the devil he knows. "Not sure he's bartending any more," she reassures. "Or if he is, it ain't here. Was talk of a bar on the Ark too, y'know, his dad's ship that's in port now. The big one." She shrugs though, because that risk is neither here or there at the moment, and the conversation drifts away from such easy problems as what bar Vesper might be behind.
Everything slows a bit at his offer of spending LongNight with her. She eases up off him a touch, but only to wind her arms around his side in a crooked hug, head tilting against his shoulder with a grateful sigh. "Y'know, I just might next year," she murmurs gently, the words pressing into his shirt as she turns to glance up at him. "I normally always spend it alone, but...this year I had a few times I was with people and it was a lot nicer than I expected." Vesper's visit had been very bittersweet, but her escapade with Sohalia and her time with Sunjata had all eased a breath from her too, proof that there could be other paths to take than the same broken one year after year. "Sounds like you need just as much saving too," she grins with a scrunch to her features, knowing fully well what sort of exhausted he means with how busy the House had been when she'd gone in search of oil and the kind of wildness LongNight brings out of people. "Bring you some protein and electrolytes and guard you for a nap at the very least."
A sharp mmhmm responds to his repetition of the poetry Vesper had left her with. "There's also this Ancient girl I met, Thalassa." She waits to see if Thorn recognizes the name. "She seems to have some kind of past with Vesper. She called him a bastard, an asshole, said he turned his back on her when she needed him most." Colt's 'brows lift pointedly. "Not quite the same impression he's given me, but she didn't have much reason to lie." She doesn't think Vesper has either, so she shrugs. "People don't always get along though. And she's not exactly sweet." Not that Colt's saying she deserved it, doesn't even know what it is really, but she knows she's only working with one side of the story. Still, it lingers on her doubts like smoke.
"But that's just it Thorn," she murmurs as he suggests she just ask him and be rid of him if it's nothing good. She leans back a touch now, hands slipping from him to fidget in her lap, staring at him with a streak of worry. "If I ask him, what if it makes it worse? What if all I get is more unbothered?" Because, in a way, that had been her asking, and that had been the answer he gave. She bites the inside of her cheek. "I don't think I can cut him loose. He's in here now," and her palm presses on her chest, fingers splaying near her neck. "I don't get a say in whether he becomes a part of me or not," she whispers, fear keeping the words too tight to rise higher. "I don't want him in here forever. It was never supposed to be forever," it's a plead now, and though her eyes are still on Thorn, she's begging it of the world. Sense, freedom, something other than this clawing uncertainty and the risk that he'd break her.
After a moment she sighs deeply, her hand falling back to her lap. "I thought I outgrew this," she admits in a low, defeated voice before slumping sideways into the couch and drawing her knees up between them. There's a fragile smile though, at his offer. "If I do go, I'd definitely love if you're with me." He arms reaches out over her knee for his hand, a small, stifled laugh rising at the thought of him vacationing at a brothel.
"Part of me wonders," she says low, like a secret. "If I don't go, will I get an answer just the same? Maybe it'd just...die, with enough time and distance." She'd still break, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and he'd just turn into another ghost haunting her every LongNight hereafter. Nothing smooth or as simple as she feels Thorn is recommending in terms of cutting him loose, but maybe something she could learn to live with, the way a three legged dog still runs. She looks to Thorn for approval.
Immediately changing course from her last thought, her words tumble out with, "but I mean, he showed up, right? That's not nothing, right? He could have just left without saying anything." Sometimes that felt like the bare minimum, other times it felt like the world. Shouldn't that mean more than him saying something? Didn't him standing in her kitchen mean it mattered, even if nether of them would say it? Didn't I'll miss you too carry more weight than not unbothered? It'd been the way he looked at her too, the way he touched her...or had she read into things she wished had been there, the way she tried to remove an extra word that he did say? She groans at the impossibility of it all.
Everything slows a bit at his offer of spending LongNight with her. She eases up off him a touch, but only to wind her arms around his side in a crooked hug, head tilting against his shoulder with a grateful sigh. "Y'know, I just might next year," she murmurs gently, the words pressing into his shirt as she turns to glance up at him. "I normally always spend it alone, but...this year I had a few times I was with people and it was a lot nicer than I expected." Vesper's visit had been very bittersweet, but her escapade with Sohalia and her time with Sunjata had all eased a breath from her too, proof that there could be other paths to take than the same broken one year after year. "Sounds like you need just as much saving too," she grins with a scrunch to her features, knowing fully well what sort of exhausted he means with how busy the House had been when she'd gone in search of oil and the kind of wildness LongNight brings out of people. "Bring you some protein and electrolytes and guard you for a nap at the very least."
A sharp mmhmm responds to his repetition of the poetry Vesper had left her with. "There's also this Ancient girl I met, Thalassa." She waits to see if Thorn recognizes the name. "She seems to have some kind of past with Vesper. She called him a bastard, an asshole, said he turned his back on her when she needed him most." Colt's 'brows lift pointedly. "Not quite the same impression he's given me, but she didn't have much reason to lie." She doesn't think Vesper has either, so she shrugs. "People don't always get along though. And she's not exactly sweet." Not that Colt's saying she deserved it, doesn't even know what it is really, but she knows she's only working with one side of the story. Still, it lingers on her doubts like smoke.
"But that's just it Thorn," she murmurs as he suggests she just ask him and be rid of him if it's nothing good. She leans back a touch now, hands slipping from him to fidget in her lap, staring at him with a streak of worry. "If I ask him, what if it makes it worse? What if all I get is more unbothered?" Because, in a way, that had been her asking, and that had been the answer he gave. She bites the inside of her cheek. "I don't think I can cut him loose. He's in here now," and her palm presses on her chest, fingers splaying near her neck. "I don't get a say in whether he becomes a part of me or not," she whispers, fear keeping the words too tight to rise higher. "I don't want him in here forever. It was never supposed to be forever," it's a plead now, and though her eyes are still on Thorn, she's begging it of the world. Sense, freedom, something other than this clawing uncertainty and the risk that he'd break her.
After a moment she sighs deeply, her hand falling back to her lap. "I thought I outgrew this," she admits in a low, defeated voice before slumping sideways into the couch and drawing her knees up between them. There's a fragile smile though, at his offer. "If I do go, I'd definitely love if you're with me." He arms reaches out over her knee for his hand, a small, stifled laugh rising at the thought of him vacationing at a brothel.
"Part of me wonders," she says low, like a secret. "If I don't go, will I get an answer just the same? Maybe it'd just...die, with enough time and distance." She'd still break, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and he'd just turn into another ghost haunting her every LongNight hereafter. Nothing smooth or as simple as she feels Thorn is recommending in terms of cutting him loose, but maybe something she could learn to live with, the way a three legged dog still runs. She looks to Thorn for approval.
Immediately changing course from her last thought, her words tumble out with, "but I mean, he showed up, right? That's not nothing, right? He could have just left without saying anything." Sometimes that felt like the bare minimum, other times it felt like the world. Shouldn't that mean more than him saying something? Didn't him standing in her kitchen mean it mattered, even if nether of them would say it? Didn't I'll miss you too carry more weight than not unbothered? It'd been the way he looked at her too, the way he touched her...or had she read into things she wished had been there, the way she tried to remove an extra word that he did say? She groans at the impossibility of it all.
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.
