Like vomit, she can't keep back the stark laugh that rises free at the idea of anything she'd done lately being a small price. "Yeah?" she wonders, the false humor floating away on a liquored sigh, the brief light in her eyes dimming back to recessed thoughts and guarded hurt. The drift of her attention slides back, firm and sharp onto Thalassa as she extends as close to an apology as Colt suspects she'll get. It's the style of one she prefers anyway, and it slackens some of the taut edge to her tongue, audibly so as she clicks from the corner of her mouth as her features pull up on one side. "Same shit happen between the two of you?"
She'd had the ghost of a suspicion in Torchline after the one time Thal sat her on her ass, but she hasn't been able to sort out what'd rile Vesper up so hard about Thal's lips otherwise. Unless she killed his puppy or something, but she's pretty sure the only pet he's ever owned are his shadows, and she can't blame him for that. She'd like some obedient magic too over all the barking and fur she otherwise deals with. "You guys were fuckin', right?" She asks pointedly, chin tipping in as though her gaze is pouring over invisible spectacles. "That's why it stung him so bad." She's absolutely fishing, and no, she's not an angler by trade and she doesn't know the bait Thal likes, but she's got enough sense to wiggle something out there.
Not that she intends to focus on him all night, quite the opposite in fact, but she would like to get this shitshow cleaned up and set aside before she can even consider relaxing, otherwise fucking off or fighting it'll need to be else she might just go mad afterall. She's run too many thoughts dry spilling over and over ideas of whhy and what, and even if Thal had only been the fuse to the powderkeg, she'd still played a role in the explosion.
She'd had the ghost of a suspicion in Torchline after the one time Thal sat her on her ass, but she hasn't been able to sort out what'd rile Vesper up so hard about Thal's lips otherwise. Unless she killed his puppy or something, but she's pretty sure the only pet he's ever owned are his shadows, and she can't blame him for that. She'd like some obedient magic too over all the barking and fur she otherwise deals with. "You guys were fuckin', right?" She asks pointedly, chin tipping in as though her gaze is pouring over invisible spectacles. "That's why it stung him so bad." She's absolutely fishing, and no, she's not an angler by trade and she doesn't know the bait Thal likes, but she's got enough sense to wiggle something out there.
Not that she intends to focus on him all night, quite the opposite in fact, but she would like to get this shitshow cleaned up and set aside before she can even consider relaxing, otherwise fucking off or fighting it'll need to be else she might just go mad afterall. She's run too many thoughts dry spilling over and over ideas of whhy and what, and even if Thal had only been the fuse to the powderkeg, she'd still played a role in the explosion.
Colt
Hole in your heart with some good aim
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.
