There's certainly no denying his claim, and it deepens her smile for a moment before the concentration of the work steals some of it, and the recounting of all the past chaos takes the rest. It's the first time she's started to lay it all out plain and to someone that really knows the roots of it; someone she trusts has a good head as a whole, and about the matters at hand. Mostly it's been echoes inside her own head, or arguing with a wall, just trying to say it outloud like she could hear the absurdity of it better then. Sunjata had heard some, but she'd been so choked up it'd all come out raw and strangled and missing the spine she's found now.
"Dunno what it was," she admits with a mild shrug. "Just asked to not feel anything for a bit, and it delivered on that front." Not an altogether bad experience in Stormbreak, if she's being honest, and the allure to return has been especially strong as of late. Her wallet suggests otherwise, and wickedly, some part of her almost seems to revel in the continual misery, like she feels she's owed to feel it all as punishment for being dumb enough to end up here again. "N0pe," he laughs, and the sound lacks humor as she swings her hammer in not long behind his. The counter trembles, splintering further, cracks spiderwebbing out on the stone top now.
"He was mad I kissed Thalassa at the festival, he was there and saw me. Didn't much seem to matter that it wasn't entirely my choice." She sighs out a long breath at that, because that still gets under her a skin a bit, the damn blood moon. "Then," she continues with a fresh rush of force, a flare of anger shoving past annoyance into full-blown frustration. "Then he claimed I used him." That still rankles her, and as she drags her sledgehammer back, she pauses, straightening up to look fully over at Thorn.
"Says I used him because I didn't thank him for gettin' me off," she scoffs, her tone a can you believe the audacity of this man? "I was struggling on day, to finish, so I channeled him and he met me immediately Thorn. Gods, it was so fucking hot the way he just handled it." The memory rises bittersweet now, and she shoves it away with an irritation at having to brush against something that's so damn sharp now with all that's been splintered. "That was when I decided, to go see him after all, to make it, something. Y'know, when I ran to get you so we could go to the Grounds." After she'd cried herself into a nap, anyway.
"I just didn't know the fucking festival would be happening," she huffs. The kiss that followed, her escape after, had all compounded the timeline, stretching it out for him. She recognizes that, but the part that's got it's teeth in her is how quickly he turned a cold shoulder to her, even when she tried to explain, when she tried to tell him how much it had all meant. Some days she's mad at herself for that, sobbing and broken all over again. Other days, like now, she's furious at him for it, in part because it's so much easier to put a target on him than herself, but mostly because he just gave up. That's all it took to ruin them, six seconds in her bed and an unwanted kiss afterwards.
"Dunno what it was," she admits with a mild shrug. "Just asked to not feel anything for a bit, and it delivered on that front." Not an altogether bad experience in Stormbreak, if she's being honest, and the allure to return has been especially strong as of late. Her wallet suggests otherwise, and wickedly, some part of her almost seems to revel in the continual misery, like she feels she's owed to feel it all as punishment for being dumb enough to end up here again. "N0pe," he laughs, and the sound lacks humor as she swings her hammer in not long behind his. The counter trembles, splintering further, cracks spiderwebbing out on the stone top now.
"He was mad I kissed Thalassa at the festival, he was there and saw me. Didn't much seem to matter that it wasn't entirely my choice." She sighs out a long breath at that, because that still gets under her a skin a bit, the damn blood moon. "Then," she continues with a fresh rush of force, a flare of anger shoving past annoyance into full-blown frustration. "Then he claimed I used him." That still rankles her, and as she drags her sledgehammer back, she pauses, straightening up to look fully over at Thorn.
"Says I used him because I didn't thank him for gettin' me off," she scoffs, her tone a can you believe the audacity of this man? "I was struggling on day, to finish, so I channeled him and he met me immediately Thorn. Gods, it was so fucking hot the way he just handled it." The memory rises bittersweet now, and she shoves it away with an irritation at having to brush against something that's so damn sharp now with all that's been splintered. "That was when I decided, to go see him after all, to make it, something. Y'know, when I ran to get you so we could go to the Grounds." After she'd cried herself into a nap, anyway.
"I just didn't know the fucking festival would be happening," she huffs. The kiss that followed, her escape after, had all compounded the timeline, stretching it out for him. She recognizes that, but the part that's got it's teeth in her is how quickly he turned a cold shoulder to her, even when she tried to explain, when she tried to tell him how much it had all meant. Some days she's mad at herself for that, sobbing and broken all over again. Other days, like now, she's furious at him for it, in part because it's so much easier to put a target on him than herself, but mostly because he just gave up. That's all it took to ruin them, six seconds in her bed and an unwanted kiss afterwards.
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.
