Tell me I got something to believe in'
Not expecting the focus to narrow back on Vesper as it did with Flora’s attention, Colt is arrested for a moment by the query. She tilts her drink back to consider. Such a simple question on the surface, but she wonders which strand she ought to pick up and offer as an explanation. ”Mm, he first went to Hollowed Grounds for work,” which is about as much as she’s willing to divulge on that topic, not that she knows too much more. ”That’s where he turned… different.” The one bump between them she’s never quite been able to smooth out, no matter how many times she replayed the memory on the walls. It’s stopped hurting so acutely a while ago, after she’d traced the argument more times than she’d admit, trying to make better sense of it. Now that particular moment doesn’t sit like a wound, just a mystery she can’t fully solve, red lines ending up in dead ends and question marks.
She swirls her glass, watching the bubbles with an interest to keep her from folding into deeper crevices where she’s haunted still. ”Suppose distance does that,” she shrugs off, trying not to get into the weeds of it all again. ”We ended there.” Which time Vesper left, might have been the better question to ask Flora, or maybe they really are all one and the same, dragged out over seasons like a goodbye she’d been too stubborn to hear. ”Ran into him later at the Greatwood. Not sure if he’s staying there now or…” She trails off with a sigh, rolling her neck and glancing back at Flora pointedly. She doesn’t care, or is pretending not to. ”Haven’t seen him here in King’s End since Longnight though.” Maybe he’d been around and just staying out of sight, she doesn’t know any more what he’s doing, and she’s stopped trying to figure it out after literally losing all her hair over it.
As for the deal Jack made that created them, wouldn’t be the first time a man that claims he doesn’t want something ends up having it grow on him. She’s seen plenty a cowboy complain about a kitten, only to find them snuggled up together time and time again. ”Maybe that’s how it started, but when the fine print starts walking and talking, seems it starts to mean a bit more.” Maybe Safrin knew the outcome all along. ”Jack certainly didn’t help me track down Vesper when I wanted to,” she offers coolly, sipping at her drink again. ”They lived on his ship for a while, too, or Vesper did. Dunno what they’re doing these days, but there’s more than a contract between them all now if I had to guess.” So, be careful she implies again with a glance at all the women gathered. The Marins might be stepping into their power still, but Colt does not doubt they will continue to find their stride in that manner, and she sees the way they’re all knotted together, finding power in numbers at the very least, not to mention the potential inclusion of their mother.
Tension has crept back into her spine, the effects of brushing across rusted memories too many times in short succession, and she finds herself suddenly in great need of the massages they’re due. Swapping off cheese to fruit, Colt settles back on a lounge, chewing on her own handful of grapes as she follows the continued conversation. Wisdom is offered in various amounts by various mouths, and Colt can only lift up her glass in a quiet cheers of agreement, despite needing to hear it all herself, and wishing she'd been told much the same many years prior.
She swirls her glass, watching the bubbles with an interest to keep her from folding into deeper crevices where she’s haunted still. ”Suppose distance does that,” she shrugs off, trying not to get into the weeds of it all again. ”We ended there.” Which time Vesper left, might have been the better question to ask Flora, or maybe they really are all one and the same, dragged out over seasons like a goodbye she’d been too stubborn to hear. ”Ran into him later at the Greatwood. Not sure if he’s staying there now or…” She trails off with a sigh, rolling her neck and glancing back at Flora pointedly. She doesn’t care, or is pretending not to. ”Haven’t seen him here in King’s End since Longnight though.” Maybe he’d been around and just staying out of sight, she doesn’t know any more what he’s doing, and she’s stopped trying to figure it out after literally losing all her hair over it.
As for the deal Jack made that created them, wouldn’t be the first time a man that claims he doesn’t want something ends up having it grow on him. She’s seen plenty a cowboy complain about a kitten, only to find them snuggled up together time and time again. ”Maybe that’s how it started, but when the fine print starts walking and talking, seems it starts to mean a bit more.” Maybe Safrin knew the outcome all along. ”Jack certainly didn’t help me track down Vesper when I wanted to,” she offers coolly, sipping at her drink again. ”They lived on his ship for a while, too, or Vesper did. Dunno what they’re doing these days, but there’s more than a contract between them all now if I had to guess.” So, be careful she implies again with a glance at all the women gathered. The Marins might be stepping into their power still, but Colt does not doubt they will continue to find their stride in that manner, and she sees the way they’re all knotted together, finding power in numbers at the very least, not to mention the potential inclusion of their mother.
Tension has crept back into her spine, the effects of brushing across rusted memories too many times in short succession, and she finds herself suddenly in great need of the massages they’re due. Swapping off cheese to fruit, Colt settles back on a lounge, chewing on her own handful of grapes as she follows the continued conversation. Wisdom is offered in various amounts by various mouths, and Colt can only lift up her glass in a quiet cheers of agreement, despite needing to hear it all herself, and wishing she'd been told much the same many years prior.
Colt
Tell me that you'll love me 'til you leave me
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.
