Colt
Cold nights, a sleight of hand
No trace of innocence, long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped neck-up in the deep end
No trace of innocence, long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped neck-up in the deep end
Her cigarette nearly tumbles free of the slack grip of her lips as her gaze finds it's Hotaru who's spilling across the scallywag. The sudden warm coil of the ash against her wrist reminds her to catch herself, and Colt pinches the filter back between her grin, inhaling with a flick of her hand to scatter the burnt remnants away. "Shit, save some luck for the rest of us," Colt begs playfully of the cheat, clearly meaning the impressively hot woman draped around him could be earned in no other manner. This, of course, earns an invitation from one of the chums near her who’d love to cozy up closer to her. She ignores the jeer, far too interested in the woman across from her.
Colt's gaze slides over the sultry angle Hotaru has spun herself into, as handy as a gold chain with how supple and curved she can make herself, which is far less to do with her abilities and much more to do with her stretching routine, Colt would wager. It's curiosity that drags her amber stare along the other sex demigod, one she knows far less well and nowhere near as intimately, although she supposes if there's any woman she might do more than appreciate and envy, Hotaru would be the one. Envied and appreciated too, to be sure.
Why is she here, and why might she be trying to help? Two things Colt hopes to suss out before long, but she’s not able to keep eye contact any longer without giving more away than her initial surprise had. Instead, she resumes her lazy lounge in the chair, pulling her cigarette away with another exhale of smoke and purpose. She doesn’t miss the flash of eyes beneath her table, catching them as surely as a switchblade gleams in lanternlight amid the dark, but this knife is not aiming to gut her, or so she’d like to think.
Biting back her smile, Colt nudges more money into her bet as the flop reveals the three community cards. ”No bitch bets, c’mon boys,” Colt calls out as she sips again at her drink. Nonchalantly, her eyes travel around the whole table, breezing across Hotaru and flicking briefly to the ones lingering beneath her.
Colt's gaze slides over the sultry angle Hotaru has spun herself into, as handy as a gold chain with how supple and curved she can make herself, which is far less to do with her abilities and much more to do with her stretching routine, Colt would wager. It's curiosity that drags her amber stare along the other sex demigod, one she knows far less well and nowhere near as intimately, although she supposes if there's any woman she might do more than appreciate and envy, Hotaru would be the one. Envied and appreciated too, to be sure.
Why is she here, and why might she be trying to help? Two things Colt hopes to suss out before long, but she’s not able to keep eye contact any longer without giving more away than her initial surprise had. Instead, she resumes her lazy lounge in the chair, pulling her cigarette away with another exhale of smoke and purpose. She doesn’t miss the flash of eyes beneath her table, catching them as surely as a switchblade gleams in lanternlight amid the dark, but this knife is not aiming to gut her, or so she’d like to think.
Biting back her smile, Colt nudges more money into her bet as the flop reveals the three community cards. ”No bitch bets, c’mon boys,” Colt calls out as she sips again at her drink. Nonchalantly, her eyes travel around the whole table, breezing across Hotaru and flicking briefly to the ones lingering beneath her.
They all know it's the wrong road
But they still go, they still go
Fucking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
But they still go, they still go
Fucking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
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.
