With all the caution of a dog slinking back after accidentally biting at the hand that feeds, Colt's gaze slips back towards him as he talks. Her focus settles with a certain quiet, like she doesn't want to disturb what she's watching, else it might alter it. She doesn't mean to pry under the shield he's holding any more than she wants him doing the same, but it's an attempt to peek over the top of it, to compare vulnerabilities and see if they're protecting the very same thing.
She sits a little taller, the brace of her hands no longer needed to hold her head as she lifts it up. The edges of her that have grown sharp from honing on doubt and dismay soften, a weak smile melting into the corners of her lips. "Good," she declares, and the conviction she tries to hold steady wavers only a touch when fresh heat pricks at the corners of her eyes. This time, it's a welcome rush, relief and warmth cracking through parts of her as they swell. "Because it was way worse without you, and I'm clearly still goin' through something." Her lips twist wryly to one side, lashes blinking away the dew of reassurance. Maybe there's something to this whole talking thing after all.
Her head thumps back into the cabinet, one knee falling as that leg straightens out flat before her. "I haven't had a friend like you in a long while, Thorn," she admits softly, gaze trailing down to the toe of her boot. Old friendships had long since withered beneath her late husband's insistence, and most of the ones she has now are mostly superficial. People that work for her, people she buys from regularly, people she sees often at the bar. Friendly, but not friends, not the sort you call on anyway. Sunjata may fall somewhere closer to the line, admittedly, but she tries not to burden him either, if she can help it. "Kinda got used to doin' shit on my own." She glances back up at him, biting at her lower lip. "And I feel like I'm always leaning on you, and it's hardly the other way around." Because if he thinks they're both a mess, sure seems he's always the one helping her clean up hers. Her fingers curl against her pantleg, nails scraping at denim. "You know I'd be there, just the same for you, right?"
She sits a little taller, the brace of her hands no longer needed to hold her head as she lifts it up. The edges of her that have grown sharp from honing on doubt and dismay soften, a weak smile melting into the corners of her lips. "Good," she declares, and the conviction she tries to hold steady wavers only a touch when fresh heat pricks at the corners of her eyes. This time, it's a welcome rush, relief and warmth cracking through parts of her as they swell. "Because it was way worse without you, and I'm clearly still goin' through something." Her lips twist wryly to one side, lashes blinking away the dew of reassurance. Maybe there's something to this whole talking thing after all.
Her head thumps back into the cabinet, one knee falling as that leg straightens out flat before her. "I haven't had a friend like you in a long while, Thorn," she admits softly, gaze trailing down to the toe of her boot. Old friendships had long since withered beneath her late husband's insistence, and most of the ones she has now are mostly superficial. People that work for her, people she buys from regularly, people she sees often at the bar. Friendly, but not friends, not the sort you call on anyway. Sunjata may fall somewhere closer to the line, admittedly, but she tries not to burden him either, if she can help it. "Kinda got used to doin' shit on my own." She glances back up at him, biting at her lower lip. "And I feel like I'm always leaning on you, and it's hardly the other way around." Because if he thinks they're both a mess, sure seems he's always the one helping her clean up hers. Her fingers curl against her pantleg, nails scraping at denim. "You know I'd be there, just the same for you, right?"
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.
