Colt
Cold nights, a sleight of hand
No trace of innocence, long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped neck-up in the deep end
No trace of innocence, long gone, long gone
I've been tangled up, I've been wrangling up heathens
I've been double-cupped neck-up in the deep end
Colt watches him hobble away, arrow still drawn, gaze still burning until she starts to lose him in the dark of the caverns. She hears the shifting of the demigod beside her, both in placement and skin, and soon thereafter the solid thump of dead weight being cleared. The scene breaks apart like a cracker in water, fragments gone soggy and dispersing, sinking or floating apart, until nothing whole is left or recognizable. How this had even been a poker game moments before, she no longer knows.
Relenting the tension of her bow with an ache in her arm that nears fire for holding the trigger so longer, she releases it with a breath. Not a relief, not exactly, more like a release. Like highstrung bitterness and rage finally given somewhere to land besides lashing at her own body, and now the freedom from it feels like something new, even though it’s merely something she forgot. Normal can change so fast, and even horrors can become routine.
”No?” Colt smirks, inclining her head towards the Valkyrie. ”Here I was thinking I might invite you to all my poker games from now on.” The easy shape Hotaru makes against the table, utterly unruffled and already back to languid like they’d done little more than rearrange some furniture instead of egos, is enough to flare Colt’s smile wider.
Slipping her unused arrow and bow back behind her, Colt stoops only to reach her sullied blade. ”I’d say you won just as much of it. Fifty-fifty.” Standing up with a brief glance around, Colt steps in towards the only soul unfortunate enough to still be here, the fat lump snoozing still, maybe even playing pretend at this point, like he’s heard that’s the best choice when descended upon by bears. ”Which is not payment for your company,” Colt remarks with a dry laugh as she leans down to wipe the blood off on the man’s shirt before sliding the blade back between boot and pant leg. Turning, she extends a hand towards Hotaru, fingers ready to curl around the other set of freshly cleaned ones belonging to the Valkyrie. ”Though I’d be grateful for it all the same. Drinks?” It’s Torchline, so there’s surely a bar not far from here.
Relenting the tension of her bow with an ache in her arm that nears fire for holding the trigger so longer, she releases it with a breath. Not a relief, not exactly, more like a release. Like highstrung bitterness and rage finally given somewhere to land besides lashing at her own body, and now the freedom from it feels like something new, even though it’s merely something she forgot. Normal can change so fast, and even horrors can become routine.
”No?” Colt smirks, inclining her head towards the Valkyrie. ”Here I was thinking I might invite you to all my poker games from now on.” The easy shape Hotaru makes against the table, utterly unruffled and already back to languid like they’d done little more than rearrange some furniture instead of egos, is enough to flare Colt’s smile wider.
Slipping her unused arrow and bow back behind her, Colt stoops only to reach her sullied blade. ”I’d say you won just as much of it. Fifty-fifty.” Standing up with a brief glance around, Colt steps in towards the only soul unfortunate enough to still be here, the fat lump snoozing still, maybe even playing pretend at this point, like he’s heard that’s the best choice when descended upon by bears. ”Which is not payment for your company,” Colt remarks with a dry laugh as she leans down to wipe the blood off on the man’s shirt before sliding the blade back between boot and pant leg. Turning, she extends a hand towards Hotaru, fingers ready to curl around the other set of freshly cleaned ones belonging to the Valkyrie. ”Though I’d be grateful for it all the same. Drinks?” It’s Torchline, so there’s surely a bar not far from here.
They all know it's the wrong road
But they still go, they still go
Fucking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
But they still go, they still go
Fucking long days getting longer
And the dark days getting darker
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.
