I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky
A few woofs from the edges of her house rise like a warning to Sunjata, and for a minute the bullfrogs and crickets go quiet to listen. Only two dogs bother to get up, fur on end and legs stiff as they approach, despite the faint wag to their tail. One snorts in quick succession, huffing out apology that leans into a yawn and a dip beside him before the pair turn away and resettle in the lawn. It’s a quiet show of oh, you, as much familiarity as recognition that he isn’t one to tango with.
Colt’s lips don’t move except to make room for the filter she brings back up, puckering around the bad habit she traded in place of another. Across the curtain of smoke that divides the horizon in two she studies him, noting the leather wings that linger, claws on display in a very different sight to the feathered set she’d once seen on him. It’s the rest of him that really catches her attention though—stubble long in a way that’s too unkempt to be on purpose, eyes hooded with unrest, posture tight with too many guards up. There’s a feralness to him that’s less familiar, like something started to gnaw on him and he submitted to the feeling of the teeth.
His smile is a reassurance that he hasn’t completely been consumed, or so it’s attempting to pass off. Having worn plenty of empty faces lately, she knows that the more hollow she feels, the better the fake joy echoes. She figures she can wait it out, that eventually it will bounce back enough that she'll forget it's just the sound of herself keeping her company. Sure looks like he’s been doing something similar.
Her lips quirk to one corner of her face and she exhales a shaky stream from her nose as a relative of a laugh departs. ”Guess so, since you already talked.” Her hand falls back to the side, the centaur resting, while her other fingers tighten around the curve of her knees, legs hiding most of the frayed-jean shorts she’s got on. ”You look like hell,” she remarks with no intended cruelty. ”Guess you can join my club. Think I still might be the leader just off principle, but given how seriously you take tanning I’m guessing you got it worse than me right now.” She pats the unoccupied half of the porch swing beside her.
Colt’s lips don’t move except to make room for the filter she brings back up, puckering around the bad habit she traded in place of another. Across the curtain of smoke that divides the horizon in two she studies him, noting the leather wings that linger, claws on display in a very different sight to the feathered set she’d once seen on him. It’s the rest of him that really catches her attention though—stubble long in a way that’s too unkempt to be on purpose, eyes hooded with unrest, posture tight with too many guards up. There’s a feralness to him that’s less familiar, like something started to gnaw on him and he submitted to the feeling of the teeth.
His smile is a reassurance that he hasn’t completely been consumed, or so it’s attempting to pass off. Having worn plenty of empty faces lately, she knows that the more hollow she feels, the better the fake joy echoes. She figures she can wait it out, that eventually it will bounce back enough that she'll forget it's just the sound of herself keeping her company. Sure looks like he’s been doing something similar.
Her lips quirk to one corner of her face and she exhales a shaky stream from her nose as a relative of a laugh departs. ”Guess so, since you already talked.” Her hand falls back to the side, the centaur resting, while her other fingers tighten around the curve of her knees, legs hiding most of the frayed-jean shorts she’s got on. ”You look like hell,” she remarks with no intended cruelty. ”Guess you can join my club. Think I still might be the leader just off principle, but given how seriously you take tanning I’m guessing you got it worse than me right now.” She pats the unoccupied half of the porch swing beside her.
Colt
I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness
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.
