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
Her brows lift in an agreeing point at him needing to adjust, although she offers a shrug shortly thereafter. ”These at least you don’t see too often.” Then quieter, she adds, ”and Sunjata works to keep them at bay.” They should probably report this one to a soldier or the Archon himself.
Smoothing away the last ripples of worry as she slides her palms down her pants, she ends with tucking the heels of her hands against her hips. ”Yeah, Hak Etme.” Her arms flap a little at the elbows as she says it, lips tilting back and forth across her face as she chews on the thought a little longer. ”I was wonderin’, actually, if you might not be able to help me?”
A difficult process, asking so outright, but it’s gotten easier with each attempt. She’s also well aware she can’t do this alone, so no sense in trying. Still, her teeth pull at her lower lip and her hands hook into her pockets as they slowly stroll. ”I know you just got here, and you’ve been through a lot, so you can tell me to fuck off.” She glances sidelong at him, offering a faint smile as proof there’d be no hard feelings about it. ”But, for all those same reasons, thought maybe you’d find some purpose making something out of nothing. At least, that’s what I’m expecting will happen for myself, and having nothing much left, it’s been easier to make the decision to do something a little hard like this.”
Smoothing away the last ripples of worry as she slides her palms down her pants, she ends with tucking the heels of her hands against her hips. ”Yeah, Hak Etme.” Her arms flap a little at the elbows as she says it, lips tilting back and forth across her face as she chews on the thought a little longer. ”I was wonderin’, actually, if you might not be able to help me?”
A difficult process, asking so outright, but it’s gotten easier with each attempt. She’s also well aware she can’t do this alone, so no sense in trying. Still, her teeth pull at her lower lip and her hands hook into her pockets as they slowly stroll. ”I know you just got here, and you’ve been through a lot, so you can tell me to fuck off.” She glances sidelong at him, offering a faint smile as proof there’d be no hard feelings about it. ”But, for all those same reasons, thought maybe you’d find some purpose making something out of nothing. At least, that’s what I’m expecting will happen for myself, and having nothing much left, it’s been easier to make the decision to do something a little hard like this.”
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.
