Heart is buried six feet in the ground, gonna need a shovel now
Often as she does it, Colt does not prefer tequila straight up. A shot here and there to loosen up the night. A bottle or a glass when she’s lose the will to do anything else. Her choice is always sour though, so with an offer on hand, she takes the preferred route of enjoying the poison. ”A margarita will do fine honey, thank ya.”
A wry shape settles into her lips as her chin glides into the rest of one hand propped up on the counter. The blonde of her wig shifts against her shoulder, and her shirt gaps in exaggerated fashion against her collarbone. ”Oh, I’m familiar with Suvahasi’s hangover.” A memory she tries her best to keep to the edges of, focusing on the region rather than the person, easier said than done compared to past experience. She isn’t actively trying to bury him lately, but it’s almost like by not doing so, he’s fading that much faster on his own. Could just be that everything else has grown more vibrant in comparison, a pulse of survival humming through her stronger than anything else.
”Well, that’s why it’d need a skyport,” Colt agrees, as if the point isn’t just practical but clear. ”Probably a city first though,” she hums, fingers almost seeming to map it out on the counter as she ponders. ”Clear the land first, get the area manageable… I’m sure Frey and Rae would be willing to shape it into something better resembling hospitable with enough prayer and sweat.”
A wry shape settles into her lips as her chin glides into the rest of one hand propped up on the counter. The blonde of her wig shifts against her shoulder, and her shirt gaps in exaggerated fashion against her collarbone. ”Oh, I’m familiar with Suvahasi’s hangover.” A memory she tries her best to keep to the edges of, focusing on the region rather than the person, easier said than done compared to past experience. She isn’t actively trying to bury him lately, but it’s almost like by not doing so, he’s fading that much faster on his own. Could just be that everything else has grown more vibrant in comparison, a pulse of survival humming through her stronger than anything else.
”Well, that’s why it’d need a skyport,” Colt agrees, as if the point isn’t just practical but clear. ”Probably a city first though,” she hums, fingers almost seeming to map it out on the counter as she ponders. ”Clear the land first, get the area manageable… I’m sure Frey and Rae would be willing to shape it into something better resembling hospitable with enough prayer and sweat.”
Colt
Maybe one day I'll get back the rhythm in my chest
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.
