COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
Knowing well the shape and burn of tears, especially of late, Colt does not mind the display of them. She suspects though, no one’s gonna cry in public unless they’re really going through something, so her voice is more of a hand offered through the twilight than anything else meant by it.
The I’m fine feels reflexive, and Colt’s lips twitch faintly at one corner, knowing that knee-jerk anywhere. Fine, she is nearly certain, has never been used truthfully. That said, she turns her attention back to the pegasus, because it sure sounds like the woman means to cry in peace, and far be it from Colt to stop her. Except, she draws nearer, that subtle need for company, for solace, even if it’s a subconscious tug. She knows that well, too.
Noe settles on the rail with her, offering up proof, a comment that wraps around the core of I’m not weak. Colt shifts subtly against the enclosure exterior, her lean casual and unbothered. ”Mm, I take it you lived there?” That, or Noe is something of a historian, easily swayed by change in any place. ”Is it better, or worse, that some of it survived like this?” She slides her attention to the side, peeking for Noe’s reaction. There’s no right or wrong answer here, just the feeling.
The I’m fine feels reflexive, and Colt’s lips twitch faintly at one corner, knowing that knee-jerk anywhere. Fine, she is nearly certain, has never been used truthfully. That said, she turns her attention back to the pegasus, because it sure sounds like the woman means to cry in peace, and far be it from Colt to stop her. Except, she draws nearer, that subtle need for company, for solace, even if it’s a subconscious tug. She knows that well, too.
Noe settles on the rail with her, offering up proof, a comment that wraps around the core of I’m not weak. Colt shifts subtly against the enclosure exterior, her lean casual and unbothered. ”Mm, I take it you lived there?” That, or Noe is something of a historian, easily swayed by change in any place. ”Is it better, or worse, that some of it survived like this?” She slides her attention to the side, peeking for Noe’s reaction. There’s no right or wrong answer here, just the feeling.
She's a neon nightmare
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
Lookin' for a tab to put some trouble on ice
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.
