The tale does not start the way Colt expects. Infection lands as a surprise, not because Thal had been infected, but because it plays a role at all in this. Colt considers it though, what it must have felt like to watch someone change, to be other in a small way but very meaningful way. The violet curse is not one that liked to be known, so it would laid low until it struck, and Colt does register that Thal had been on the beach that day of the pool party. Not fighting against Pierce, but for him, and what a jarring reality that would have been.
It sits distastefully on the back of her tongue, bringing forth a slight grimace, as if she’s just eaten something bitter. ”Shit,” she says, an involuntary shudder rolling through her spine at the idea of those fuckers being inside you. ”That must have been awful,” she murmurs, eyes widening slightly. There’s more to it though, and Colt’s head tilts faintly as she falls silent and listens.
There’s several things that Thal says in quick succession, and some of it’s only half revealed, though Colt does her best to tie the strands together into something cohesive. She can see the cost it takes Thal to say them, and so she waits until the Ancient has finished, until she’s sure she understands the shape of this hurt that’s been place on the table. ”The situation you were stupid enough to get into,” she starts, fingers tracing out the dots on the surface between them. ”Being infected. And walking into the arms of the man who killed his father—Pierce? You were with Pierce, willingly? Infected, willingly?” Colt’s brows lift, shock threatening to steal away the rest of her expression and sense, few guardrails left when it comes to holding things back right now.
Willing would certainly put a new spin on this, and Vesper aside, Colt doesn’t understand how anyone could want that. Even Dygra, for all her love of chaos, surely did not want her ancients being taken by the void, so that meant Thal had been tricked, or Thal is more insane than she’s given her credit for.
Chewing on her lip with the unpacking of it all, Colt distractedly throws out, ”dare.”
It sits distastefully on the back of her tongue, bringing forth a slight grimace, as if she’s just eaten something bitter. ”Shit,” she says, an involuntary shudder rolling through her spine at the idea of those fuckers being inside you. ”That must have been awful,” she murmurs, eyes widening slightly. There’s more to it though, and Colt’s head tilts faintly as she falls silent and listens.
There’s several things that Thal says in quick succession, and some of it’s only half revealed, though Colt does her best to tie the strands together into something cohesive. She can see the cost it takes Thal to say them, and so she waits until the Ancient has finished, until she’s sure she understands the shape of this hurt that’s been place on the table. ”The situation you were stupid enough to get into,” she starts, fingers tracing out the dots on the surface between them. ”Being infected. And walking into the arms of the man who killed his father—Pierce? You were with Pierce, willingly? Infected, willingly?” Colt’s brows lift, shock threatening to steal away the rest of her expression and sense, few guardrails left when it comes to holding things back right now.
Willing would certainly put a new spin on this, and Vesper aside, Colt doesn’t understand how anyone could want that. Even Dygra, for all her love of chaos, surely did not want her ancients being taken by the void, so that meant Thal had been tricked, or Thal is more insane than she’s given her credit for.
Chewing on her lip with the unpacking of it all, Colt distractedly throws out, ”dare.”
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.
