Tired of searching for someone that I used to be
She's asked him to meet her here, purposefully avoiding Meadowreach and all the memories it holds. She had made the trek to speak to Thorn, and that’d been enough of a stroll down dreary lane to make her high tail it out of the slopes that’d once been a place of solace. Neutral ground is what she needs now, especially for this conversation.
Crossing and uncrossing which leg over the other for the fifth time at least, Colt waits with all the patience of an animal at dinner time. Restless doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of her current state, and the little wicker chair attempting to contain her complains with every shift. She forgoes the coffee steaming in the cage of her hands, slouching back into the seat with another grumble of binding being tested and instead pulls out a cigarette from between her boot and pant leg.
Lifting her chin as she pulls on the lit stick, she tips her gaze up to the grey smear in the sky. It’s just lightening enough for the new day to see it properly, but whatever smattering of color the sun might be showing off is reduced to a muted, yellow-green glare. ”I hope it doesn’t scream today,” she mutters to herself around a curl of smoke. Across from her, a cup of tea for the Archon waits with her.
Crossing and uncrossing which leg over the other for the fifth time at least, Colt waits with all the patience of an animal at dinner time. Restless doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of her current state, and the little wicker chair attempting to contain her complains with every shift. She forgoes the coffee steaming in the cage of her hands, slouching back into the seat with another grumble of binding being tested and instead pulls out a cigarette from between her boot and pant leg.
Lifting her chin as she pulls on the lit stick, she tips her gaze up to the grey smear in the sky. It’s just lightening enough for the new day to see it properly, but whatever smattering of color the sun might be showing off is reduced to a muted, yellow-green glare. ”I hope it doesn’t scream today,” she mutters to herself around a curl of smoke. Across from her, a cup of tea for the Archon waits with her.
Colt
Feels like I'm falling again but I'm already on my knees
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.
