There's a wild flare to her eyes as lashes widen with disbelief. "You had it the whole time?!" she chokes out, and gods, she can't quite keep the sense of accusation out of it. It relents quickly to anger directed at herself, breath short and scoffing at how stupidly simple this could have been if she'd bothered to be sensible about a thing. "So I could have just fucking asked you and avoided half this shit? Gods help me Thorn," she swears bitterly, head tilting up and fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "I can be real fucking dumb sometimes." She puts his offer in her back pocket, something to remember on a rainy day, when the world of her thoughts had grown too much again and whether it'll be the nothing he offers or the everything else he always does, it seems she might find the respite with him instead of running solo.
The validation he offers her is sweet indeed. Proof to her that she isn't standing completely in the wrong here, or potentially at all. That Vesper's the crazy one, that she's justified for the span of each and every feeling, however wild and destructive they prove to be (case in point, the current demolition). Of course, what he says isn't fully that, but the surge of agreement certainly swells past other sensibilities into yes! It lets her breathe easier for a moment, and as she leans on her sledgehammer, one hand flings out with "right!" Although, part of her recognizes that unlike Thorn, Vesper did not sign up for being called upon in that way, and that from what Sunjata helped her understand a channel is so disorienting as hell in so many ways that it'd be like someone dragging Thorn out of the dead of sleep and demanding him do it without payment, but she bites back those comparisons for the sake of feeling vindicated. "I don't think it's a real common thing," she scoffs, "although you do deserve it," she amends.
Then, a long sigh. "I guess he did too." Maybe not a thank you note, or the gift basket she'd mocked with, but something more than everything she'd given him. "I don't think I ever helped him..." she says small and slow, the realization of how little she'd done for him a soft and fragile thing for her to hold.
It fractures beneath the rest of what he says, her eye drawn back up from the floor of thought where it'd settled, and before she can reply to him properly, the counter comes crashing down in a heap of dust and noise. She gasps and draws back, laughter curling up like triumph through the slog of everything else. "YES!" she exclaims with a whoop, dropping the sledgehammer handle and waving the dust away from her face. "You fucking did it Thorn!" His blow had been the fatal one (killed the counter for leveling purposes). She crosses the room to him, excitement sweeping her into its tide as she rushes to hug him, lingering in the contact with a sense of relief she hadn't realized she'd been needing about now, or from him.
The validation he offers her is sweet indeed. Proof to her that she isn't standing completely in the wrong here, or potentially at all. That Vesper's the crazy one, that she's justified for the span of each and every feeling, however wild and destructive they prove to be (case in point, the current demolition). Of course, what he says isn't fully that, but the surge of agreement certainly swells past other sensibilities into yes! It lets her breathe easier for a moment, and as she leans on her sledgehammer, one hand flings out with "right!" Although, part of her recognizes that unlike Thorn, Vesper did not sign up for being called upon in that way, and that from what Sunjata helped her understand a channel is so disorienting as hell in so many ways that it'd be like someone dragging Thorn out of the dead of sleep and demanding him do it without payment, but she bites back those comparisons for the sake of feeling vindicated. "I don't think it's a real common thing," she scoffs, "although you do deserve it," she amends.
Then, a long sigh. "I guess he did too." Maybe not a thank you note, or the gift basket she'd mocked with, but something more than everything she'd given him. "I don't think I ever helped him..." she says small and slow, the realization of how little she'd done for him a soft and fragile thing for her to hold.
It fractures beneath the rest of what he says, her eye drawn back up from the floor of thought where it'd settled, and before she can reply to him properly, the counter comes crashing down in a heap of dust and noise. She gasps and draws back, laughter curling up like triumph through the slog of everything else. "YES!" she exclaims with a whoop, dropping the sledgehammer handle and waving the dust away from her face. "You fucking did it Thorn!" His blow had been the fatal one (killed the counter for leveling purposes). She crosses the room to him, excitement sweeping her into its tide as she rushes to hug him, lingering in the contact with a sense of relief she hadn't realized she'd been needing about now, or from him.
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.
