COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
The answer strikes a chord in Colt, the hum of it familiar. She glances over at Noe more properly, recognition of this stranger settling in the corners of her expression, edges softening. ”Not sure you can ever prepare for how much you miss something,” Colt murmurs back in response, her weight shifting as she leans deeper into the rail and crosses her legs, angling into the conversation with the casualness of someone who has often talked to the world about just this thing.
”Even when you brace for it, it always comes out worse.” Might even be worse because of the bracing. ”Not sure there’s anything worse’n lovin’ somethin’ that’s gone.” Her teeth capture her lower lip and worry at the nostalgia that swells in response to the tide Noe brings. ”Doesn’t even have to be a thing, or a person. Sometimes it’s just a time, or a version.” There’s all manner of losing things, the inevitable stain of love. Appealing as the clean cloth is, there’s something to every blemish and its story,
She’d ordinarily offer up a drink right about now, like the bottom of a bottle is the only proper place to set these feelings, but her hands are dry at the moment, so she merely shifts a shoulder as if rolling the weight of it all around. ”Terrible thing that happened to Stormbreak. Wouldn’t wish losing a home on anyone, least of all the only one you’ve ever known.” The way her voice thickens a minute, the distance that gathers memory in her eye, it’s all evidence that she knows.
Glancing more fully at Noe now, Colt nods, as if well acquainted with the same answer. ”Kinda feels like a grave marker.” A visible statement of the removal of something, but beyond that, just a thing to look at when you’re sad. There’s nothing special about them, just stone made into a specific form, but it gives somewhere for the grief to focus on, tying it down.
”Even when you brace for it, it always comes out worse.” Might even be worse because of the bracing. ”Not sure there’s anything worse’n lovin’ somethin’ that’s gone.” Her teeth capture her lower lip and worry at the nostalgia that swells in response to the tide Noe brings. ”Doesn’t even have to be a thing, or a person. Sometimes it’s just a time, or a version.” There’s all manner of losing things, the inevitable stain of love. Appealing as the clean cloth is, there’s something to every blemish and its story,
She’d ordinarily offer up a drink right about now, like the bottom of a bottle is the only proper place to set these feelings, but her hands are dry at the moment, so she merely shifts a shoulder as if rolling the weight of it all around. ”Terrible thing that happened to Stormbreak. Wouldn’t wish losing a home on anyone, least of all the only one you’ve ever known.” The way her voice thickens a minute, the distance that gathers memory in her eye, it’s all evidence that she knows.
Glancing more fully at Noe now, Colt nods, as if well acquainted with the same answer. ”Kinda feels like a grave marker.” A visible statement of the removal of something, but beyond that, just a thing to look at when you’re sad. There’s nothing special about them, just stone made into a specific form, but it gives somewhere for the grief to focus on, tying it down.
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.
