COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
There are times when realizing that the way you feel is not a solitary thing, actually helps. Not because it removes the feeling, but it eases something else. It's as if grief also builds walls, cementing an indescribable loneliness within you. It feels like you're going through something that others have no basis for, no ground to stand on, so how could they truly understand? How could they shore up with you? They might try, but it makes any attempts for them to help instead feel hollow, as if their motions are little more than a practiced dance and not a rescue attempt. The moment you recognize someone gets it though, that they too have suffered, and even better, survived—now it feels like maybe the crushing weight of your own thoughts and burdened heart can be shouldered by others, even if a little. Enough to breath, to think, to rest.
There is no greater form of love in the world than being understood. It seems an intentional tragedy then, that so many know so very little.
Colt shakes her head first, the answer collecting gently behind the twist of her lips, less amused than painting themselves over the hurt. "No. I've only ever known King's End. Grew up and lived in the same house my whole life. My parents' ranch, which I took over when they all passed." As much a home as a business. A life, really. Her whole life. It'd been there, it'd been that, and now, it's gone. She pauses briefly, seeming to try to speak but wrestling its shape for a moment. "It all burned down though, last season." She turns her attention from the girl back to the pegasi, letting the motion of something at peace bring a modicum of comfort back. "I haven't had the strength to go back and see the dark smear of it against the land." Implying that she finds Noe's ability to be here, quite brave.
There is no greater form of love in the world than being understood. It seems an intentional tragedy then, that so many know so very little.
Colt shakes her head first, the answer collecting gently behind the twist of her lips, less amused than painting themselves over the hurt. "No. I've only ever known King's End. Grew up and lived in the same house my whole life. My parents' ranch, which I took over when they all passed." As much a home as a business. A life, really. Her whole life. It'd been there, it'd been that, and now, it's gone. She pauses briefly, seeming to try to speak but wrestling its shape for a moment. "It all burned down though, last season." She turns her attention from the girl back to the pegasi, letting the motion of something at peace bring a modicum of comfort back. "I haven't had the strength to go back and see the dark smear of it against the land." Implying that she finds Noe's ability to be here, quite brave.
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.
