COLT
She's a heartbreak coming in cold
Trainwreck in a red dress
Trainwreck in a red dress
Colt has never minded rolling her palm over skin and feeling the raised pathways of things survived. Scars speak a story of a life lived. Although she’d be lying if she didn’t say she aches for the smooth run of something unblemished, much as she prickles when offered it. Not because it’s more beautiful or worthy, but because it’s not real, and there’s a certain fantasy to hoping that they could make it out unscathed for once. Worn not by ruin, but happiness. Wrinkles, rather than old things stitched whole again.
Maybe it’s the tether of loss and carting it around that’s braiding between them, but Noe is rather easy to like. She’s open, not untested but, maybe still taking shape beneath the heat and the hammer that life delivers. Curious and unsure in equal measure, but brave in ways Colt isn’t. Makes it easy to talk, and it’s unclear who’s helping whom anymore. ”I am,” she says easier than it deserves, as if a speck of untamed heat and danger is no difficult matter.
She would not disrespect it so easily though, it’s just proof of how adamant she is at seeing it through. ”I visited there, a little over a year ago. Can’t say it’s paradise by any stretch of the word, but there’s a certain beauty to it. To the roughness, to the wildness of it, to the untapped potential of a place left well enough alone after all this time. A place where you could make something, if you tried hard enough.” Her thumbs hook into her pockets, arms hanging loose.
”I’ve got nothing but time on my hands these days, so I mean to carve out a place there. Finding purpose again, sure, but more than that. Somewhere that won’t burn. Somewhere that can feel like home, again.”
Maybe it’s the tether of loss and carting it around that’s braiding between them, but Noe is rather easy to like. She’s open, not untested but, maybe still taking shape beneath the heat and the hammer that life delivers. Curious and unsure in equal measure, but brave in ways Colt isn’t. Makes it easy to talk, and it’s unclear who’s helping whom anymore. ”I am,” she says easier than it deserves, as if a speck of untamed heat and danger is no difficult matter.
She would not disrespect it so easily though, it’s just proof of how adamant she is at seeing it through. ”I visited there, a little over a year ago. Can’t say it’s paradise by any stretch of the word, but there’s a certain beauty to it. To the roughness, to the wildness of it, to the untapped potential of a place left well enough alone after all this time. A place where you could make something, if you tried hard enough.” Her thumbs hook into her pockets, arms hanging loose.
”I’ve got nothing but time on my hands these days, so I mean to carve out a place there. Finding purpose again, sure, but more than that. Somewhere that won’t burn. Somewhere that can feel like home, again.”
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.
