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
The absolute confidence that radiates off Hotaru is one Colt is more than willing to sink into, a familiar current she’s happy to be tugged along on. She’s forgotten the feel of it lately, but it slides now like a bicycle seat never truly forgotten, although that’s always been the saddle for her. She’s tripped herself too many times to count lately, and shaken loose a good deal of her trust—in others, in her decisions. Having a win finally feels like she’s finally hit a stride again, and fuck it couldn’t come fast enough. Her steady descent into ruin was starting to feel inescapable after everything. It’s one thing to set the world on fire, it’s another to burn alive.
Laughter creeps in light and easy. Maybe it won’t last, but tonight it sure feels nice to remember it. ”Oh, you have no idea.” Her tone sharpens with intent, although she doesn’t mean to reveal her hand just yet, even if Hotaru brushed rather close to the vest there, in regards to making millions and how to avoid getting caught. She leaves it at that for now as they instead gather their present winnings and things, Colt not arguing like some good-natured fool about the money beyond the first offer. Scraping it into her purse, she shrugs, ”suit yourself, but first round’s on me at least.” She owes Hotaru that at the bare minimum.
Happy to let the Valkyrie lead as they cut loose from this shithole, Colt can’t help but keep a watchful eye out until they fully exit the caverns and settle at the bar. Gutless cowards like those boys, they’re the kind to gather a posse and come back, like round two with a bunch of friends isn’t proof they’ve already lost.
Thankfully they make it without fuss, and with far less elegance but no less familiarity, Colt slumps into her bartsool alongside the demigod. Her arm leans over the bartop, elbow anchoring in place as her head tilts into the seat of her palm. Quite without meaning to, but with no shame for it, Colt’s gaze drags over the offered cleavage before it rises to Hotaru’s voice. There’s no jealousy, only admiration of a body well worth being praised, and Colt is certain that has never been a dilemma for the Valkyrie.
Her lips purse subtly, plump with a call that dies out in her throat before it ever frees itself, the bartender already turned away. They twist then, a dry humor in response to Hotaru’s regard. ”You’ll definitely be double fistin’ that honey.” Almost like she’s had star sign guessed wrong, Colt smirks. ”Beer and champagne have their time and place, but tequila’s my one true love.” Her fingers curl now against her chin as she leans in on the bar top, her free hand tapping pointedly on the wood, calling the attention of the bartender back to them. ”Reposado, and a margarita, if you please.” She’d have to catch up to Hotaru’s count.
Shifting in her seat to cross her legs, side leaning against the counter edge, Colt turns to better see Hotaru, the bar an after thought to the woman. It’s a slow thing, like Colt’s letting her words gather in the movements, and to some extent, that’s not wrong. There’s truth, and then there’s framing, and Colt doesn’t intend to sink back into the ashes so readily just yet. Her carefulness is not for Hotaru. ”You know how we always get wildfires every season there? In Leafchange?” A constant worry across the land, one that often had her spending days prepping for the potential threat, her mood always more on edge on the days where static gathered. ”Always a problem, with all the dry grasses. Had to fire-fight a few times over the years, and certainly the Flood made it easier.”
She waits, briefly, to see if that left any mark. She’s heard a little of his side of the story, or at least seen the impact of it, but she doesn’t know yet how fragile Hotaru is after everything, and the last thing she wants is for either of them to break, even if it means holding breath. ”It came earlier this year. We started burning in Longheat. All the Flowerbirth rain…really made things bloom, but then Tanau’s heat dried all that extra growth up into tinder.” Might not have happened outside of that anomaly, because the excess amount of fires had spread their usual resources thin, but the fact remains that the land burns every year, and maybe she grew too comfortable with that habit, same as Sunjata did, that it never crossed their minds to do more. ”My luck finally ran out. Lost everything.”
She tries not to dip into the hurt, but her voice thins in a way that suggests it’s pulling across things that are still sharp. She almost made it through, but it’s always the admission that everything is gone that really hollows her out. A story she’s told a few times now, one that’s gotten easier to say, but hearing it all over again echoes through all the spaces in her that’d once been full, reminding her of just how fucked it all is. ”So I’m moving on from that place.”
Laughter creeps in light and easy. Maybe it won’t last, but tonight it sure feels nice to remember it. ”Oh, you have no idea.” Her tone sharpens with intent, although she doesn’t mean to reveal her hand just yet, even if Hotaru brushed rather close to the vest there, in regards to making millions and how to avoid getting caught. She leaves it at that for now as they instead gather their present winnings and things, Colt not arguing like some good-natured fool about the money beyond the first offer. Scraping it into her purse, she shrugs, ”suit yourself, but first round’s on me at least.” She owes Hotaru that at the bare minimum.
Happy to let the Valkyrie lead as they cut loose from this shithole, Colt can’t help but keep a watchful eye out until they fully exit the caverns and settle at the bar. Gutless cowards like those boys, they’re the kind to gather a posse and come back, like round two with a bunch of friends isn’t proof they’ve already lost.
Thankfully they make it without fuss, and with far less elegance but no less familiarity, Colt slumps into her bartsool alongside the demigod. Her arm leans over the bartop, elbow anchoring in place as her head tilts into the seat of her palm. Quite without meaning to, but with no shame for it, Colt’s gaze drags over the offered cleavage before it rises to Hotaru’s voice. There’s no jealousy, only admiration of a body well worth being praised, and Colt is certain that has never been a dilemma for the Valkyrie.
Her lips purse subtly, plump with a call that dies out in her throat before it ever frees itself, the bartender already turned away. They twist then, a dry humor in response to Hotaru’s regard. ”You’ll definitely be double fistin’ that honey.” Almost like she’s had star sign guessed wrong, Colt smirks. ”Beer and champagne have their time and place, but tequila’s my one true love.” Her fingers curl now against her chin as she leans in on the bar top, her free hand tapping pointedly on the wood, calling the attention of the bartender back to them. ”Reposado, and a margarita, if you please.” She’d have to catch up to Hotaru’s count.
Shifting in her seat to cross her legs, side leaning against the counter edge, Colt turns to better see Hotaru, the bar an after thought to the woman. It’s a slow thing, like Colt’s letting her words gather in the movements, and to some extent, that’s not wrong. There’s truth, and then there’s framing, and Colt doesn’t intend to sink back into the ashes so readily just yet. Her carefulness is not for Hotaru. ”You know how we always get wildfires every season there? In Leafchange?” A constant worry across the land, one that often had her spending days prepping for the potential threat, her mood always more on edge on the days where static gathered. ”Always a problem, with all the dry grasses. Had to fire-fight a few times over the years, and certainly the Flood made it easier.”
She waits, briefly, to see if that left any mark. She’s heard a little of his side of the story, or at least seen the impact of it, but she doesn’t know yet how fragile Hotaru is after everything, and the last thing she wants is for either of them to break, even if it means holding breath. ”It came earlier this year. We started burning in Longheat. All the Flowerbirth rain…really made things bloom, but then Tanau’s heat dried all that extra growth up into tinder.” Might not have happened outside of that anomaly, because the excess amount of fires had spread their usual resources thin, but the fact remains that the land burns every year, and maybe she grew too comfortable with that habit, same as Sunjata did, that it never crossed their minds to do more. ”My luck finally ran out. Lost everything.”
She tries not to dip into the hurt, but her voice thins in a way that suggests it’s pulling across things that are still sharp. She almost made it through, but it’s always the admission that everything is gone that really hollows her out. A story she’s told a few times now, one that’s gotten easier to say, but hearing it all over again echoes through all the spaces in her that’d once been full, reminding her of just how fucked it all is. ”So I’m moving on from that place.”
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.
