Colt
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun
Can't trust anyone
Can't trust anyone
Colt’s grin races like wildfire, a deep approval of Jesse’s ability to maintain a secret, even a frivolous one, or more likely because of it. ”People like you,” she drawls warmly, shifting back upright in her saddle. ”Can go wherever the fuck they want.” Not just because King’s End is very accommodating in that regard, but because now more than ever Jesse has the freedom to mold her future. A terrifying thing, truly, to have a wealth of opportunities, but how rich she is to be able to choose.
There is almost an edge of envy to Colt’s expression as she regards the girl, who clearly lacks the foresight but not the gall to leap into adventure and see what happens next. ”You got guts, so I’d keep trusting ‘em. I only ever get in trouble when I ignore mine.” Sweeping past the monument of decision making in theory, Colt asks for it next in practice, one hand gesturing out at the side of her mount, reaching back and patting the horse’s ass. ”D’ya ride?”
She doesn’t expect a yes, but she gives Jesse the chance to answer, although Colt offers a bit more clarity. ”Could sit behind me, it’ll be faster and save you some walking. In fact, barely even consider it riding, more like hanging on, which you’ve already proven you’re capable of.” She shrugs though, proving there’s no pressure to the ask. ”If not, we can walk as is, Breaker benefits are attaway.” She nods with her chin towards a horizon line.
There is almost an edge of envy to Colt’s expression as she regards the girl, who clearly lacks the foresight but not the gall to leap into adventure and see what happens next. ”You got guts, so I’d keep trusting ‘em. I only ever get in trouble when I ignore mine.” Sweeping past the monument of decision making in theory, Colt asks for it next in practice, one hand gesturing out at the side of her mount, reaching back and patting the horse’s ass. ”D’ya ride?”
She doesn’t expect a yes, but she gives Jesse the chance to answer, although Colt offers a bit more clarity. ”Could sit behind me, it’ll be faster and save you some walking. In fact, barely even consider it riding, more like hanging on, which you’ve already proven you’re capable of.” She shrugs though, proving there’s no pressure to the ask. ”If not, we can walk as is, Breaker benefits are attaway.” She nods with her chin towards a horizon line.
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.
