COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
It’s unclear if it’s weight or agreement that nods Colt’s head back in response, to the not looking. In the end, Colt’s more coward than she’ll ever own up to. Her courage is built from stubbornness and routine, and it’s better worn than felt. Anything that slides underneath the armor, she isn’t good at holding it for long. ”Supposed to give closure,” she sighs, like the very idea is one she’s lost faith in, or maybe it’s always been a wistful thing, moving on. ”Seems to require opening it all back up in order to shut it, like a wound gone bad.”
Her attention tracks the pegasus as they flutter, startling suddenly into a race across the slopes, wings pinned for the speed of their limbs, a game of excitement rather than fear. She smiles a little. ”If it’s a scar though, opening it again just makes it bleed, and makes it heal all the more crooked.” Some things needed the diggin, and some things were better left alone.
At the very thing she’s asked herself a time or two before, Colt turns her head towards Noe, a truer tilt of peace returning to her mouth. ”Whatever we want.” As freeing as it is paralyzing.
She turns, tilting to lean her back against the rail instead, feet crossing again in front of her now, angled so that her weight still droops in on the frame. ”I’m moving on. Rebuilding…but not the same thing, not the same place.” A spark finds her eye at that, like beyond the grief she’s found something that can still hoist her up out of the depths. ”You ever been to Hak Etme?”
Her attention tracks the pegasus as they flutter, startling suddenly into a race across the slopes, wings pinned for the speed of their limbs, a game of excitement rather than fear. She smiles a little. ”If it’s a scar though, opening it again just makes it bleed, and makes it heal all the more crooked.” Some things needed the diggin, and some things were better left alone.
At the very thing she’s asked herself a time or two before, Colt turns her head towards Noe, a truer tilt of peace returning to her mouth. ”Whatever we want.” As freeing as it is paralyzing.
She turns, tilting to lean her back against the rail instead, feet crossing again in front of her now, angled so that her weight still droops in on the frame. ”I’m moving on. Rebuilding…but not the same thing, not the same place.” A spark finds her eye at that, like beyond the grief she’s found something that can still hoist her up out of the depths. ”You ever been to Hak Etme?”
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.
