Is this where it mends or it breaks - between a rock and a hard place
You’d only catch Colt running in the most figurative sense. She tended to stroll, although her stride had a length and a purpose to it, but even on the occasions she’s been put back on her own feet unwillingly, a horse hauling ass away from her across the field, running after it usually does little good compared to strolling. So to see Jesse moving like the moment might break apart if she doesn’t hurry, sets an immediate humor into Colt’s expression.
It flickers, just barely, when the apology is handed over. Well-intended, but a knife wound all the same, one she smooths out with a lick, which is to say a glance away and a shake of her head. ”Sugar, don’t try to shoulder my weight when you got your own.” Out of context, might sound like she’s saying don’t bother helping, but with the way Jesse’s eclipsed with sentiments over something that never meant much to her, Colt means it, and says it, like a hand reaching out to pull up from a cold wave. Jesse’s looking like the way Colt’s felt plenty, slowly drowning. ”I promise, we ain’t goin’ under over any of this, crushing as it feels.” Keep your head up kid. Her stare has returned, not unkind, but not soft either.
It’s always easier to say it than to live it, but even saying it to someone else, frees up a little room inside of her to let it settle. ”In my world, there’s a saying. Cowboy up,” Her lips quirk, head tilting in thought as her thumb hooks into her pocket. ”It means, you deal with shit. You get back up, you get back on, and you keep on keeping on.” She extends her hand, holding it out with the expected motion that Wren will extend her palm to receive it.
”Always gonna be something knocking you down, whether it's a horse, or just life swinging its big ol’ ass around. It’s not the fallin’ that defines us. We all do that. It’s what we do after, and I dunno about you, but I don’t like being described as someone who settles in the dust.” Whenever Colt eventually dies, it’ll be with her boots on, going down swinging until last breath. This might not be mortal peril, but it sure feels like a match that’s pressed her up against the wall until her fists show.
”I’m glad you came. Here.”
It flickers, just barely, when the apology is handed over. Well-intended, but a knife wound all the same, one she smooths out with a lick, which is to say a glance away and a shake of her head. ”Sugar, don’t try to shoulder my weight when you got your own.” Out of context, might sound like she’s saying don’t bother helping, but with the way Jesse’s eclipsed with sentiments over something that never meant much to her, Colt means it, and says it, like a hand reaching out to pull up from a cold wave. Jesse’s looking like the way Colt’s felt plenty, slowly drowning. ”I promise, we ain’t goin’ under over any of this, crushing as it feels.” Keep your head up kid. Her stare has returned, not unkind, but not soft either.
It’s always easier to say it than to live it, but even saying it to someone else, frees up a little room inside of her to let it settle. ”In my world, there’s a saying. Cowboy up,” Her lips quirk, head tilting in thought as her thumb hooks into her pocket. ”It means, you deal with shit. You get back up, you get back on, and you keep on keeping on.” She extends her hand, holding it out with the expected motion that Wren will extend her palm to receive it.
”Always gonna be something knocking you down, whether it's a horse, or just life swinging its big ol’ ass around. It’s not the fallin’ that defines us. We all do that. It’s what we do after, and I dunno about you, but I don’t like being described as someone who settles in the dust.” Whenever Colt eventually dies, it’ll be with her boots on, going down swinging until last breath. This might not be mortal peril, but it sure feels like a match that’s pressed her up against the wall until her fists show.
”I’m glad you came. Here.”
Colt
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.
