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 easy or kind to anyone. Even those who appear to have an advantage of some sort, they still find their own struggles, real or otherwise. Therefore, hurting is ordinary, and she’s more than happy to offer companionship to those who would acknowledge it with the same determination to overcome it instead of being consumed by it. If change is the only constant, it means stability is never promised, and equally, that pain is not everlasting. There’s some comfort to be had in that, even if it can be flipped and means that happiness is just as likely to flee.
”Fortunately,” she drawls out with a one-shouldered shrug, ”you’ve got tonight locked down.” Grilling steak with her which is a nice last thread in her house, mirroring the first one which had been dinner with Vesper. She adds the fatty balls of meat now, the testicles they’d cut free. She’d give one to Sol if it wouldn’t send a sea of noses her way and create an argument of fairness, so she’ll leave that in Zavien’s much more neutral hands to decide, her dogs not liable to be any less wounded if they’re ignored by him, but at least he wouldn’t have to suffer their guilty looks tomorrow.
A laugh slips free, the unexpected return of the joke among the drama catching her delightfully offguard. ”Maybe you could apprentice with her,” Colt offers with an amused him, shooting him a look still sparking with humor before the grill demands more of her focus. ”Fetch some plates from inside, will you?” she suggests to him as she turns the flame off and pulls the meat off to rest. ”First cabinet on the left.”
”Fortunately,” she drawls out with a one-shouldered shrug, ”you’ve got tonight locked down.” Grilling steak with her which is a nice last thread in her house, mirroring the first one which had been dinner with Vesper. She adds the fatty balls of meat now, the testicles they’d cut free. She’d give one to Sol if it wouldn’t send a sea of noses her way and create an argument of fairness, so she’ll leave that in Zavien’s much more neutral hands to decide, her dogs not liable to be any less wounded if they’re ignored by him, but at least he wouldn’t have to suffer their guilty looks tomorrow.
A laugh slips free, the unexpected return of the joke among the drama catching her delightfully offguard. ”Maybe you could apprentice with her,” Colt offers with an amused him, shooting him a look still sparking with humor before the grill demands more of her focus. ”Fetch some plates from inside, will you?” she suggests to him as she turns the flame off and pulls the meat off to rest. ”First cabinet on the left.”
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.
