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
It should be noted that while this is not a true dinner, not with it’s utter lack of sides, it is, in Colt’s opinion, acceptable exactly as is. She’s certainly scrounged up worse meals for herself, and she wouldn’t fault Zavien for needing to head into town on his way home and grab something extra, but the steaks are grilled to perfection. She knew she’d have to offer him something better than just the worst part of the bull, and she’s not sold that her company is enough.
Washing down her oyster with a sip from her refreshed margarita, she keeps the glass tipped to her lip, smile growing reckless behind the curve of crystal. It’s all she can do to keep her composure, as satisfied as a cat in destruction as she watches him consume and compare the two meats. ”I don’t think a soul alive would disagree with you there,” she concedes, because even the people who don’t mind the rocky mountain oysters, don’t go out of their way for them.
Shifting in her seat and setting her glass down on the table with a thud, she cuts into her own steak, chewing thoughtfully before waving her knife to point at him. ”Congratulations Zavien, you just ate bull testicles.”
Washing down her oyster with a sip from her refreshed margarita, she keeps the glass tipped to her lip, smile growing reckless behind the curve of crystal. It’s all she can do to keep her composure, as satisfied as a cat in destruction as she watches him consume and compare the two meats. ”I don’t think a soul alive would disagree with you there,” she concedes, because even the people who don’t mind the rocky mountain oysters, don’t go out of their way for them.
Shifting in her seat and setting her glass down on the table with a thud, she cuts into her own steak, chewing thoughtfully before waving her knife to point at him. ”Congratulations Zavien, you just ate bull testicles.”
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.
