Some girls dye their hair or change the style, maybe go on shopping sprees to get a new wardrobe, all of it stripping away the old and embracing something new. Colt's doing the same, her version just involves a little more dust and noise. "You don't keep shit when it's stained and ruined Thorn," she reasons back, chin tilting just slightly with the certainty that of everything she's done so far, this is right. "Things carry memories," she says a touch softer, not defeated, but quiet with the truth as she glances from him to the various things around the house. "Everything in here's got a story or two. They soak in life and replay it. Maybe not every time you look at them, but when the light's just right and you're listening to the walls, it all comes back clear as day." She understands his point, but wholly disagrees with it. "I can't get past him, not if he's standing in my kitchen every godsdamned time I walk into it." A shimmer of salt reappears in her gaze as it darts back to him, but she presses her teeth around the frustration that settled in at the end, and she holds onto it.
It had been the same with her husband. She hadn't redone her entire house, just like she can't steal all the stars from the sky, but she had changed it. Knocked out a wall, replaced all her dishes and her kitchen table, redid all the paint and the floors, like a fresh coat on everything would remove the bruises from the home the same way they fell off her skin in time. That'd been easier oddly enough, because she'd been the one to decide to kill it. He'd already destroyed them, but she's the one who got to walk away with a whistle that time. She'd grieved the man he'd once been over the years, until finally she realized she was eating dinner across from a stranger, and suddenly she didn't feel a lick of remorse about throwing in the towel. Clyde had also knocked her down little by little since the day they said I do, but Vesper kept lifting her higher, right up until they said they'd miss each other, then he yanked everything right out from under her like he meant to see the shape she made when she broke on the ground. She isn't sure what's worse, putting herself back together again from all the little pieces, or that Vesper's methods made the monster of the man who used to beat her seem preferable. Surely just the pain of a fresh wound to an old one, but she'd smiled the night she buried Clyde.
Maybe it's all the habits of his job bleeding in, but Thorn doesn't relent one bit, or push in harder. He's steady, and it's exactly what she needs in this moment to break into something better. She's had her time to admire the world from the floor plenty, now it's time to dust herself off, and sometimes that's best done by someone holding you down, just enough to make you want to fight against them and stand up. Thorn's continually unimpressed responses are exactly that, and she's easily goaded into trying to prove him wrong now, to show him there's more than tears and madness here.
She's about to push back when he first refuses, a crease finding her features. It's worry that he's not switched to coddling her because he is done, and won't bite back more than this for the same reason. He means to walk away, indifference and leaving the worst wounds imaginable. She briefly glances towards the door, calculating a route to intercept him, but he doesn't move. Fine. Her body visibly softens with some relief, shoulders falling from the tight draw they'd begun to make towards her ears. That is, until the air changes, and she has just enough time to catch sight of the board swinging her way.
Her body tenses again, now for an entirely different reason. She tries to dodge back, but it clips her shoulder, her invitation taken swifter and with less obvious fists than she'd imagined. It doesn't keep back the little smile that she puts on though, every bit of anxious energy balling up behind her teeth and blooming out with an eagerness to have something to put the energy into. "I'll get you more than drinks," she promises with the faintest laugh before she grabs a pair of tongs off the counter. She clacks them in a sudden and loud thrust towards him, feinting to distract his attention so that she can step in with her free hand and punch at his upper arm. He doesn't really deserve her hits, but fuck, it just feels good to swing.
"So?" she asks with a breathy exhale as she yanks her arm back. "You felt an urge to just, scream at that party? Does that mean me kissing Thal wasn't just me going insane and losing all my self control? Something happened there?"
1/4 board clips her shoulder.
Tries to distract with a tong feint then punches at arm with other hand
It had been the same with her husband. She hadn't redone her entire house, just like she can't steal all the stars from the sky, but she had changed it. Knocked out a wall, replaced all her dishes and her kitchen table, redid all the paint and the floors, like a fresh coat on everything would remove the bruises from the home the same way they fell off her skin in time. That'd been easier oddly enough, because she'd been the one to decide to kill it. He'd already destroyed them, but she's the one who got to walk away with a whistle that time. She'd grieved the man he'd once been over the years, until finally she realized she was eating dinner across from a stranger, and suddenly she didn't feel a lick of remorse about throwing in the towel. Clyde had also knocked her down little by little since the day they said I do, but Vesper kept lifting her higher, right up until they said they'd miss each other, then he yanked everything right out from under her like he meant to see the shape she made when she broke on the ground. She isn't sure what's worse, putting herself back together again from all the little pieces, or that Vesper's methods made the monster of the man who used to beat her seem preferable. Surely just the pain of a fresh wound to an old one, but she'd smiled the night she buried Clyde.
Maybe it's all the habits of his job bleeding in, but Thorn doesn't relent one bit, or push in harder. He's steady, and it's exactly what she needs in this moment to break into something better. She's had her time to admire the world from the floor plenty, now it's time to dust herself off, and sometimes that's best done by someone holding you down, just enough to make you want to fight against them and stand up. Thorn's continually unimpressed responses are exactly that, and she's easily goaded into trying to prove him wrong now, to show him there's more than tears and madness here.
She's about to push back when he first refuses, a crease finding her features. It's worry that he's not switched to coddling her because he is done, and won't bite back more than this for the same reason. He means to walk away, indifference and leaving the worst wounds imaginable. She briefly glances towards the door, calculating a route to intercept him, but he doesn't move. Fine. Her body visibly softens with some relief, shoulders falling from the tight draw they'd begun to make towards her ears. That is, until the air changes, and she has just enough time to catch sight of the board swinging her way.
Her body tenses again, now for an entirely different reason. She tries to dodge back, but it clips her shoulder, her invitation taken swifter and with less obvious fists than she'd imagined. It doesn't keep back the little smile that she puts on though, every bit of anxious energy balling up behind her teeth and blooming out with an eagerness to have something to put the energy into. "I'll get you more than drinks," she promises with the faintest laugh before she grabs a pair of tongs off the counter. She clacks them in a sudden and loud thrust towards him, feinting to distract his attention so that she can step in with her free hand and punch at his upper arm. He doesn't really deserve her hits, but fuck, it just feels good to swing.
"So?" she asks with a breathy exhale as she yanks her arm back. "You felt an urge to just, scream at that party? Does that mean me kissing Thal wasn't just me going insane and losing all my self control? Something happened there?"
1/4 board clips her shoulder.
Tries to distract with a tong feint then punches at arm with other hand
Colt
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.
