Colt
I know it's a drag, I know it's a grind
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
I know that a dollar ain't worth a dime
I know you get tired, I know you get down
I know you get sick of this soul-sucking town
The sorry means well, she knows it, but she never knows what to do with it. He’s not responsible, so what he’s really saying is he’s sorry for her, and she doesn’t want to be anything like that. She just lets it land, not doing much but sitting with it, because at least he’s willing to offer something, even if the gesture means more than what’s in his hand. She glances down when Sol presses in on her, the ghost of a smile fluttering up before dissipating as she runs her touch across the scales. There’s an undeniable comfort to stroking an animal, and it’s a convenient way to dress up soothing herself as doing it for them.
Nodding her agreement at his next words, she doesn’t have much room to add more before they both become alert to the danger. As they stand, he’s saying her thoughts out loud for her, and she doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to move away from the bench, abandoning her flowers and bread to the land. She doesn’t run, although her stride is stiff as she falls in line with Zavien, her breath tight and kept low. ”I don’t think it saw us.” If it had, she’s sure they’d know it, the creatures quite nasty, as it seems he knows.
They eventually throw enough distance between them that her stiffness starts to fade, her grip not so claw-like around his arm. ”Sorry,” she whispers, just now seeming to be aware that she’d clung to him so forcefully. ”Well, won’t miss those,” she admits with the faintest humor, knowing full well there will be other, less familiar horrors to face where she’s going. That reality sobers her, not for the first time, that she’s leaving the devil she knows for the devil she doesn’t, because she’s well aware it’s no heaven she’s aligning herself with.
Nodding her agreement at his next words, she doesn’t have much room to add more before they both become alert to the danger. As they stand, he’s saying her thoughts out loud for her, and she doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to move away from the bench, abandoning her flowers and bread to the land. She doesn’t run, although her stride is stiff as she falls in line with Zavien, her breath tight and kept low. ”I don’t think it saw us.” If it had, she’s sure they’d know it, the creatures quite nasty, as it seems he knows.
They eventually throw enough distance between them that her stiffness starts to fade, her grip not so claw-like around his arm. ”Sorry,” she whispers, just now seeming to be aware that she’d clung to him so forcefully. ”Well, won’t miss those,” she admits with the faintest humor, knowing full well there will be other, less familiar horrors to face where she’s going. That reality sobers her, not for the first time, that she’s leaving the devil she knows for the devil she doesn’t, because she’s well aware it’s no heaven she’s aligning herself with.
Let's make a little lemonade if lemons is all we got
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
Sunset's like a tangerine, let's find a road we've never seen
Don't waste another mile or a minute not kissin' me
Life is short, make it sweet
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.
