COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
Everything still feels a little underwater, muffled and distant despite looking just the same as before. It's just that it's still shimmering out on the surface, while she's slipped under in a quiet drowning. No thrashing or raised hand, just the slow acceptance of sinking somewhere deep enough that air and light don't come easy.
It's rather fortunate then, that at her side is the person most equipped for handling water. Sunjata manages to convince her to be pulled from the comfort of her home. Ordinarily, a festival is a place where she'd prosper with delight over every booth, event, and crowd to watch or mingle with, but right now it all just sounds like more effort than it's worth. Rousing into motions built out of memory more than anything else, she's not good, but she's here, and that's enough.
Sporting a red sundress that barely has the straps to cling to her shoulders and sways above her knees with every faint motion, she steps up to the egg kiosk in ankle boots. Squinting from behind her sunglasses out of study rather than brightness, she regards the booth with a worn out interest. "Guess we spend eggs?" The situation's peculiar, but with better things to worry about, she just doesn't have the damn to give about the economics of lost and found chicken periods. Pulling her two eggs out of the pocket her dress' neckline makes with her chest, she offers over the pair to the stand.
Colt is turning her 2 eggs at the kiosk with Sunjata.
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
Hard days are a light rain coming down around my head
It's rather fortunate then, that at her side is the person most equipped for handling water. Sunjata manages to convince her to be pulled from the comfort of her home. Ordinarily, a festival is a place where she'd prosper with delight over every booth, event, and crowd to watch or mingle with, but right now it all just sounds like more effort than it's worth. Rousing into motions built out of memory more than anything else, she's not good, but she's here, and that's enough.
Sporting a red sundress that barely has the straps to cling to her shoulders and sways above her knees with every faint motion, she steps up to the egg kiosk in ankle boots. Squinting from behind her sunglasses out of study rather than brightness, she regards the booth with a worn out interest. "Guess we spend eggs?" The situation's peculiar, but with better things to worry about, she just doesn't have the damn to give about the economics of lost and found chicken periods. Pulling her two eggs out of the pocket her dress' neckline makes with her chest, she offers over the pair to the stand.
Colt is turning her 2 eggs at the kiosk with Sunjata.
Drank the whole weight of my weakness
Hard days are a light rain coming down around my head
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
