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
She buries his insistence on praise with a shrug and a well timed tilt of her glass. By the time she lowers it, they’re onto his outfit and how levis fare in command centers. ”I know,” she slips back with a wink, returning his ex-card with purpose. She’ll come back to that little impulse to tack that on later, for now, handfuls of meat!
When the grill gets hot enough, she unpacks the steaks and puts them on. They’d already been marinating in a brine before, so all they need is to cook. The oysters will go on last, due to their size. ”I usually get up and do it again,” she offers, turning to better face him while the meat has a while to take the heat into proper order. ”The steaks, well, that’s obvious. Girl’s gotta eat, might as well eat the good stuff.” She grins. ”As for falling on your ass, the only answer is to stand up and try not to end up there again too soon.” She tilts her glass the same time as her head, reminiscent of a shrug. ”You will though, but that’s why you keep getting back up..” Simplified, sure, but the marrow of the matter too. He’s not sure what to do, but ex sure rings like he’s on his ass still.
She tuts with a soft laugh then. ”Zavien the Risen Sun,” she chides with nearly his full government name before turning back to tend the meat with some tongs. ”Sounds like you’re trying to change the subject.” She rounds the tongs on him accusingly, peering over the line of them before softening the seriousness with a smile. ”All my life,” she says easily, happy to play a tit for tat if need be.
”What’d you do before, leading?”
When the grill gets hot enough, she unpacks the steaks and puts them on. They’d already been marinating in a brine before, so all they need is to cook. The oysters will go on last, due to their size. ”I usually get up and do it again,” she offers, turning to better face him while the meat has a while to take the heat into proper order. ”The steaks, well, that’s obvious. Girl’s gotta eat, might as well eat the good stuff.” She grins. ”As for falling on your ass, the only answer is to stand up and try not to end up there again too soon.” She tilts her glass the same time as her head, reminiscent of a shrug. ”You will though, but that’s why you keep getting back up..” Simplified, sure, but the marrow of the matter too. He’s not sure what to do, but ex sure rings like he’s on his ass still.
She tuts with a soft laugh then. ”Zavien the Risen Sun,” she chides with nearly his full government name before turning back to tend the meat with some tongs. ”Sounds like you’re trying to change the subject.” She rounds the tongs on him accusingly, peering over the line of them before softening the seriousness with a smile. ”All my life,” she says easily, happy to play a tit for tat if need be.
”What’d you do before, leading?”
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.
