COLT
Always comes back around to simple things
A song you know from the past coming on
A drink in your glass at the end of the day
A song you know from the past coming on
A drink in your glass at the end of the day
A chilled bottle of champagne knocks against the worktable as Colt sets it down. Condensation rolls rapidly down the smooth edge, hesitating only briefly at the label before plummeting to pool at the base. ”We’re celebrating,” she informs him by way of greeting, two glasses that are a far cry from flutes joining the arrangement. ”I heard that you have two lovely boys.” It’s spoken with the gentle pride of someone who is holding the success of someone else, one who well deserves it.
She props her elbows up on the back of the table, leaning in just a touch, his expertly made wig shifting down over her shoulders with the angle. ”And I, am moving.” One is surely more worthy than the other, even with how oversimplified hers is. Behind her, a toe crosses over behind a heel, her comfort sprawling out with an undeserved familiarity, but one she takes anyway.
Eager eyes have already swept across the work he’s got in hand, including the curious roil of shiny soup, but her gaze greedily returns to the base of her commission. ”That’s turning out real nice,” she remarks, voice hushing into something awed. ”You always do such fantastic work, although I don’t know how you have the patience.” Colt does best when she is fighting something, and while undoubtedly Remi has had some quarrels already with work, his is one usually self-made. Colt fights herself plenty without needing it to be her job.
She props her elbows up on the back of the table, leaning in just a touch, his expertly made wig shifting down over her shoulders with the angle. ”And I, am moving.” One is surely more worthy than the other, even with how oversimplified hers is. Behind her, a toe crosses over behind a heel, her comfort sprawling out with an undeserved familiarity, but one she takes anyway.
Eager eyes have already swept across the work he’s got in hand, including the curious roil of shiny soup, but her gaze greedily returns to the base of her commission. ”That’s turning out real nice,” she remarks, voice hushing into something awed. ”You always do such fantastic work, although I don’t know how you have the patience.” Colt does best when she is fighting something, and while undoubtedly Remi has had some quarrels already with work, his is one usually self-made. Colt fights herself plenty without needing it to be her job.
It's the sound of the rain coming down
It's a call from a friend that you love
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you'll never need
It's a call from a friend that you love
All the time you can waste
Trying to chase what you'll never need
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.
