Heart is buried six feet in the ground, gonna need a shovel now
The drink sits forgotten on the counter for the rest of the night. It truly isn’t the balm Colt needs, or even the one she wants, it’s just always been easier. Talking, trusting, those are infinitely better and equally more difficult. Opening up, even by degrees, exposes you to as much good as bad. Someone could warm you as surely as wound you, and she’s felt the slip of a knife enough times, even from someone she never expected. Still recovering from all the marks Vesper left her with, she ought to stay more closed than this, but damnit if she isn’t worn so thin that holes have formed on their own.
The sorry brings a fresh sob as Soh cradles around her, because no, it’s not enough. Nothing is. There is no answer to this problem, just the tragedy of enduring. The hold feels enough like a fresh set of armor being put on her though, that Colt splinters entirely. She doesn’t know how long she sags and cries into Soh’s arms, but when the spell of it has finally run its course and she can dab her eyes cry without risk of them wetting immediately over, she pulls away. ”Thanks,” she offers weakly, giving up on the smile partway through the extension of it, the edges wobbling too fiercely.
”Anyway, that’s why I’m thinking of making Hak Etme somewhere liveable.” She winds her fingers through each other, seeking comfort from touch. ”It won’t be easy, I know it, but I think it has potential and I’ve got the time and the means right now.” A faint shrug, because what has she got left to lose, really? ”I’ve been thinking about it for days now… but it’s just an idea.” She glances up at Soh, finally managing that smile, small as it is. ”I think, I’m gonna sleep now, if you don’t mind.” The crying left her eyes feeling heavy and her head foggy, so wrapping up their conversation, Colt passes out on some couch.
[FIN]
The sorry brings a fresh sob as Soh cradles around her, because no, it’s not enough. Nothing is. There is no answer to this problem, just the tragedy of enduring. The hold feels enough like a fresh set of armor being put on her though, that Colt splinters entirely. She doesn’t know how long she sags and cries into Soh’s arms, but when the spell of it has finally run its course and she can dab her eyes cry without risk of them wetting immediately over, she pulls away. ”Thanks,” she offers weakly, giving up on the smile partway through the extension of it, the edges wobbling too fiercely.
”Anyway, that’s why I’m thinking of making Hak Etme somewhere liveable.” She winds her fingers through each other, seeking comfort from touch. ”It won’t be easy, I know it, but I think it has potential and I’ve got the time and the means right now.” A faint shrug, because what has she got left to lose, really? ”I’ve been thinking about it for days now… but it’s just an idea.” She glances up at Soh, finally managing that smile, small as it is. ”I think, I’m gonna sleep now, if you don’t mind.” The crying left her eyes feeling heavy and her head foggy, so wrapping up their conversation, Colt passes out on some couch.
[FIN]
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.
