COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
It strikes and lights up—not the match—the parts of her that have always been flint and gunpowder. Colt stills as the extension of him reaches out, dampening the strike she tries to gather. Without the habit cradling her fraying nerves, they continue to come undone, something snapping loose. Her shoulders sag forward with the new give from the tension, the hard line of her lips slackening, the wet seal on her inner lip the only thing hanging onto the cigarette now as it droops from the corner of her frown. The matchbook pinches between two fingers as she curls them in, just before quickly reaching down, yanking off one of her boots, and whirling around to chuck it at him with as much force as she can muster.
"I know you're infuriating!" she flares, filter clinging on for dear life before she rips it out of her mouth and tosses it off to the side like a nuisance. She begins to stalk back towards him, her pace meant to consume ground, reaching to grab books off the shelves as she goes and flinging them at him too. They sail with a wild flutter, less aim than power. "I know you hide behind control because you're too fucking scared of something being real and gettin' messy. I know you think you know more than you do." There's no plan, only oxygen finally being dumped into something that's been choking on smoke. Truths she's picked at, especially since he left, looking for faultlines she could tear open and find some better way to feel in-between.
"I know you expect to be read when you won't open up." An all too familiar realization, and it makes her slow down, losing the grip on the rush of anger as sure as the book that's going limp in her hand. "I also know you care a helluva lot more than you let on," Not just for his family. Not just for her, once. He's a better man than he gives himself credit for, and she knows it because she's seen it more than once. "I know you shoulder more than you should have to, and that's less fair than life already is." Her features smooth away from harder edges, holding him steady in her sightline.
"And I know this? This ain't you." And maybe that's how he wants it, now, but it doesn't change what she knows.
"I know you're infuriating!" she flares, filter clinging on for dear life before she rips it out of her mouth and tosses it off to the side like a nuisance. She begins to stalk back towards him, her pace meant to consume ground, reaching to grab books off the shelves as she goes and flinging them at him too. They sail with a wild flutter, less aim than power. "I know you hide behind control because you're too fucking scared of something being real and gettin' messy. I know you think you know more than you do." There's no plan, only oxygen finally being dumped into something that's been choking on smoke. Truths she's picked at, especially since he left, looking for faultlines she could tear open and find some better way to feel in-between.
"I know you expect to be read when you won't open up." An all too familiar realization, and it makes her slow down, losing the grip on the rush of anger as sure as the book that's going limp in her hand. "I also know you care a helluva lot more than you let on," Not just for his family. Not just for her, once. He's a better man than he gives himself credit for, and she knows it because she's seen it more than once. "I know you shoulder more than you should have to, and that's less fair than life already is." Her features smooth away from harder edges, holding him steady in her sightline.
"And I know this? This ain't you." And maybe that's how he wants it, now, but it doesn't change what she knows.
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
