Colt
The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs
This early, the fishermen have already left, and the tourists are still sleeping. The dock’s quiet, only a few market stalls starting to stir and wake with the day. The smear of dawnlight that breaks in over ridges is cool this late in the season, muted with clouds and a distance that never quite seems to close even as the day drags on. She finds herself tilting her head back to trace the shape of the weather, bracing for sign of a storm, sign of fire on its heels. It takes her a moment to remember she doesn’t need to anymore.
Her gaze drifts down instead to the line of the wood planks that reach out into the coastline. She’s sitting on the edge of the pier closest to the water, a purposefully chosen distance from most everyone else. Using one of the pilings for a back rest, one foot dangles lazily over the dock edge, the other tucked closer to her chest. It’s half for comfort, half to trap a bit more warmth, especially now that the wind kicks up off the water and brings in a richer chill than where the bluffs cut it back down to size. Jack will know where, she left a final note for the meeting point once she got here and saw the Ark nearby, paying a kid to send the message on.
Her gaze drifts down instead to the line of the wood planks that reach out into the coastline. She’s sitting on the edge of the pier closest to the water, a purposefully chosen distance from most everyone else. Using one of the pilings for a back rest, one foot dangles lazily over the dock edge, the other tucked closer to her chest. It’s half for comfort, half to trap a bit more warmth, especially now that the wind kicks up off the water and brings in a richer chill than where the bluffs cut it back down to size. Jack will know where, she left a final note for the meeting point once she got here and saw the Ark nearby, paying a kid to send the message on.
Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive
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.
