Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
”Jesse,” she repeats, committing it to memory, though there’s an amused edge to it. ”I have a ranch hand named Jesse. You guys don’t seem a lick alike though,” she reassures, before suddenly pausing, features drawn up with mock concern. ”Unless—you aren’t a bit of an opinionated ass too, are you?” Even if her answer was yes, well, clearly Colt puts up with that and even pays for it.
The humor levels out to something genuinely curious as Jesse seems to struggle after her name, like maybe it’s the only steady thing she’s got to her. ”Oh, I see,” she murmurs, and though there’s not pity that edges in on her expression and tone, there is something that gentles. ”You have somewhere to stay already, right? If not, I could help you look. I know there’s a lot of organizing for Breakers right now at the skyport. Everyone’s welcome, and we want to ensure you all have what you need to settle.” This is not the first time they’ve taken in the displaced city members, but it is the one that will be permanent.
Biscuit’s head pops up, less with alarm than outright annoyance as the squirrels sprint by in a cacophony of nonsense. Colt rolls her eyes, and Smooches absolutely takes off like a dart after them, barking out a chorus that sounds oddly like get off my lawn. ”He’ll be back,” she reassures, catching the almost insistent way the girl tried in vain to cling to the four-legged bullet. ”The speaking squirrels are much faster and more agile than him. Don’t tell him that though, Smooches is sensitive.”
The humor levels out to something genuinely curious as Jesse seems to struggle after her name, like maybe it’s the only steady thing she’s got to her. ”Oh, I see,” she murmurs, and though there’s not pity that edges in on her expression and tone, there is something that gentles. ”You have somewhere to stay already, right? If not, I could help you look. I know there’s a lot of organizing for Breakers right now at the skyport. Everyone’s welcome, and we want to ensure you all have what you need to settle.” This is not the first time they’ve taken in the displaced city members, but it is the one that will be permanent.
Biscuit’s head pops up, less with alarm than outright annoyance as the squirrels sprint by in a cacophony of nonsense. Colt rolls her eyes, and Smooches absolutely takes off like a dart after them, barking out a chorus that sounds oddly like get off my lawn. ”He’ll be back,” she reassures, catching the almost insistent way the girl tried in vain to cling to the four-legged bullet. ”The speaking squirrels are much faster and more agile than him. Don’t tell him that though, Smooches is sensitive.”
I was so sure what I needed was more
Tried to shoot out the sun
Tried to shoot out the sun
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.
