COLT
I've called many things 'love' and so many things 'grief'
They've all just been versions of uncertainty
They've all just been versions of uncertainty
The dogs positively adopt Sol as one of their own, the youngest of them enticing the dragon to a game of tug of war as soon as they reach the porch and the rope toy is in sight. They don’t take no for much of an answer, obnoxiously flopping the half-mangled braid around, dirt and slobber smearing until it’s grabbed, whether by dragon or man.
Her home is an easy rectangle, with the front porch stepping straight into her living room, dining area and kitchen just off to the side of it, open, especially now with the island ripped out. Straight on through is her back door to a fenced in yard where some citrus trees and herbs grow. To either side, the home ends in bedrooms, one for guests, one for her. The decor is not excessive, but it’s a smattering of various paintings of horses, cattle, cowboys, or landscapes. A few skulls of bulls or antlered things adorn racks or walls, and various bits of leather work or sculpted metal and books finish off the remaining spaces.
Always charmed by someone who carries her bad jokes, she shoots him a glance that laughs with the way it shines. Cups hit the counter in her hands as she brightly asks, ”drink? No rum, got everything else.” She’s already pulling down the tequila for herself. ”Your muscles might thank you in the morning, just in case you were thinkin’ of sayin’ no,” she suggests, filling two glasses with ice.
His reason lands with a certainty she can appreciate, and her gaze finds him over her shoulder, a nod soon following, looking something like approval. ”Wish more people were in the habit of proving things to themselves.” She includes herself in people, because how many times has she been too cautious to try? More than she can count, certainly. ”You’re good people, Zavien,” she concludes, and it’s not just because he clambered atop a bull, although that certainly helps her decision. ”So what’s next for you? Got anything else to prove?”
Her home is an easy rectangle, with the front porch stepping straight into her living room, dining area and kitchen just off to the side of it, open, especially now with the island ripped out. Straight on through is her back door to a fenced in yard where some citrus trees and herbs grow. To either side, the home ends in bedrooms, one for guests, one for her. The decor is not excessive, but it’s a smattering of various paintings of horses, cattle, cowboys, or landscapes. A few skulls of bulls or antlered things adorn racks or walls, and various bits of leather work or sculpted metal and books finish off the remaining spaces.
Always charmed by someone who carries her bad jokes, she shoots him a glance that laughs with the way it shines. Cups hit the counter in her hands as she brightly asks, ”drink? No rum, got everything else.” She’s already pulling down the tequila for herself. ”Your muscles might thank you in the morning, just in case you were thinkin’ of sayin’ no,” she suggests, filling two glasses with ice.
His reason lands with a certainty she can appreciate, and her gaze finds him over her shoulder, a nod soon following, looking something like approval. ”Wish more people were in the habit of proving things to themselves.” She includes herself in people, because how many times has she been too cautious to try? More than she can count, certainly. ”You’re good people, Zavien,” she concludes, and it’s not just because he clambered atop a bull, although that certainly helps her decision. ”So what’s next for you? Got anything else to prove?”
Sudden cracks in the floor, but we're keeping the pace now
I feel this terror when we start to slip and I stare down
Keep the tempo now as the roof starts to cave
Keep the tempo now as the world starts to break
I feel this terror when we start to slip and I stare down
Keep the tempo now as the roof starts to cave
Keep the tempo now as the world starts to break
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.
