COLT
She got smiles in a jar by the door
She likes her days better when the sun goes down
She loves the rain
She likes her days better when the sun goes down
She loves the rain
Glancing past Mateo for a moment as she sees Flora approach, Colt's smile only lingers in response for the upcoming addition of the birthday girl. Her focus swings back to the self proclaimed dream come true, anticipating they'd continue past pleasantries and she might be able to wet his appetite with a trade offer. This hope is promptly derailed.
"Am I?" she repeats, as if needing to try out the weight of it on her own tongue to properly get the flavor of it all. Her expression pulls back from wide and easy to something a bit more strained on the edges, practice forcing a shape rather than feeling giving it, the only way to keep it propped up over the sugar Flora's shoving down her throat. "Poaching, well that makes it sound so much more nefarious than an invitation to adventure and an opportunity to make something out of nothing." She laughs faintly, as if this is only the bite of sarcasm, honey warmed for ease rather than to scald, a simple mistake to make. Except she doesnt believe it for a second, not with how Flora claims Mateo to her side, the posession plain even for someone like Flora who drapes her love on others routinely. Certainly not with the way she flings that word around numerous times, more switchblade than vocabulary.
Colt keeps her smile pressed on behind her glass as she raises it up to take a slow sip, using it for breathing room, on Flora's behalf. "I was actually following up on the business tip you gave me last we saw each other," she explains instead, freely offering up her hand, laying it out as evidence she means to hide nothing.
"Am I?" she repeats, as if needing to try out the weight of it on her own tongue to properly get the flavor of it all. Her expression pulls back from wide and easy to something a bit more strained on the edges, practice forcing a shape rather than feeling giving it, the only way to keep it propped up over the sugar Flora's shoving down her throat. "Poaching, well that makes it sound so much more nefarious than an invitation to adventure and an opportunity to make something out of nothing." She laughs faintly, as if this is only the bite of sarcasm, honey warmed for ease rather than to scald, a simple mistake to make. Except she doesnt believe it for a second, not with how Flora claims Mateo to her side, the posession plain even for someone like Flora who drapes her love on others routinely. Certainly not with the way she flings that word around numerous times, more switchblade than vocabulary.
Colt keeps her smile pressed on behind her glass as she raises it up to take a slow sip, using it for breathing room, on Flora's behalf. "I was actually following up on the business tip you gave me last we saw each other," she explains instead, freely offering up her hand, laying it out as evidence she means to hide nothing.
When the sky turns grey, you should see her face
She finds beauty in broken when nobody else can see
Maybe I got a shot of her seeing something in me
She finds beauty in broken when nobody else can see
Maybe I got a shot of her seeing something in me
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.
