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
Life is not a kindness owed, and even fought for, it's hard to get hold of, and near impossible to keep. Anyone capable of gritting and bearing through it has surely had to learn how to stand back up, and sometimes Colt forgets that she's not the only one enduring. Not because she suspects she's the only one that's figured out how to trudge on day after day, but because it's easy for people to seem happy from the outside. Gods know she's pretending half the time herself.
"Right," she says with a scrunch of her lips into one corner of her face. "You fell last year and still got up." It's a mild tease, one that wrinkles up into her nose as she glances at him before she's back on the grill, turning the steaks. What she really means is that she knows he's just endured a hell of a thing, losing his entire region the way he did. She doesn't want to put it out in the light so cleanly though, figuring he doesn't need her reminding him of what tragedies he's been through, least of all that.
His earnest enough in his surrender that one eye narrows a fraction, scrutinizing his trustworthiness. He seems to pass, because her assessment lifts in a breath, tongs retreating. She listens as she turns the meat, fat hissing over the fire as he explains something that resonates fully with her. He catches onto it too. "Yeah," she says with a nod as she turns back around to face him, features softening fully for the first time tonight. He's lost everything, and she can't relate to what that must feel like. The ranch has good years and bad years, but it's always been here, stable and sure. It's a small world she's built up for herself, but it is an entire world here that she has, just as she assumes Stormbreak had been for him.
"I think I'd be incredibly lost," she admits after a moment of consideration. Her lower lip catches under the worry of her teeth, and her gaze parts from him for a moment to think. It's an unsettling notion, truly, and she reaches for the steadying heat of her drink as she sips it again. "I can't imagine it really," she murmurs, low and apologetic. "Although I have thought about it before a time or two, I confess. I love everything about this life, but it ain't easy." She doesn't mind hardship, but on the really long and fucked up days, the mind is prone to wander to greener pastures. "Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to hand it over to someone else and go see who I am beyond the fences. Travel a bunch, for once. Gotta stay near the home normally with this much operation running," she explains with a faint smile. "Maybe I'd go be a bartender instead, or chase the rodeo circuit from town to town. Might run a bakery, or maybe become just like Edith." She smiles faintly. "That's just dreamin' tho, nothing actual. I don't think I could ever actually leave this behind."
She imagines he felt the same about Stormbreak, and it's not wonder he's wandering a bit now. "Just as I'm sure you couldn't before..." she sighs a bit, tilting back the rest of her drink. "I trust you'll find your way again."
"Right," she says with a scrunch of her lips into one corner of her face. "You fell last year and still got up." It's a mild tease, one that wrinkles up into her nose as she glances at him before she's back on the grill, turning the steaks. What she really means is that she knows he's just endured a hell of a thing, losing his entire region the way he did. She doesn't want to put it out in the light so cleanly though, figuring he doesn't need her reminding him of what tragedies he's been through, least of all that.
His earnest enough in his surrender that one eye narrows a fraction, scrutinizing his trustworthiness. He seems to pass, because her assessment lifts in a breath, tongs retreating. She listens as she turns the meat, fat hissing over the fire as he explains something that resonates fully with her. He catches onto it too. "Yeah," she says with a nod as she turns back around to face him, features softening fully for the first time tonight. He's lost everything, and she can't relate to what that must feel like. The ranch has good years and bad years, but it's always been here, stable and sure. It's a small world she's built up for herself, but it is an entire world here that she has, just as she assumes Stormbreak had been for him.
"I think I'd be incredibly lost," she admits after a moment of consideration. Her lower lip catches under the worry of her teeth, and her gaze parts from him for a moment to think. It's an unsettling notion, truly, and she reaches for the steadying heat of her drink as she sips it again. "I can't imagine it really," she murmurs, low and apologetic. "Although I have thought about it before a time or two, I confess. I love everything about this life, but it ain't easy." She doesn't mind hardship, but on the really long and fucked up days, the mind is prone to wander to greener pastures. "Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to hand it over to someone else and go see who I am beyond the fences. Travel a bunch, for once. Gotta stay near the home normally with this much operation running," she explains with a faint smile. "Maybe I'd go be a bartender instead, or chase the rodeo circuit from town to town. Might run a bakery, or maybe become just like Edith." She smiles faintly. "That's just dreamin' tho, nothing actual. I don't think I could ever actually leave this behind."
She imagines he felt the same about Stormbreak, and it's not wonder he's wandering a bit now. "Just as I'm sure you couldn't before..." she sighs a bit, tilting back the rest of her drink. "I trust you'll find your way again."
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.
