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 laughter never comes, not from Hotaru. It’s just her, laughing at herself, and the sound dies out soon enough. Colt shifts a bit in her stool, as if needing to reposition to more properly regard her company now, a new light coming in that has very little to do with the glow Hotaru magically puts off.
Leaning further towards the Valkyrie, Colt’s arm props up her head on the counter. Beyond the smiles over drinks and dreams, she sobers into serious interest in what Hotaru has to say about ruling things meant to ruin. ”I completely forgot that you ruled there,” Colt says with a breathless hint of apology as her eyes widen and her mouth shapes open faintly. ”I spent so long in my own little world in a corner of King’s End, ignoring so much outside of it.” She sighs, mouth tugging into the press of her hand as she smushes it deeper against her face. Not completely sheltered, but certainly she treated distance as if it’d always remain, at least until The Family had proved her so wrong. She rolls that flaw away with a shoulder, because she has stepped out of that version of herself.
The way Hotaru talks about Halo, not just the what but the way, ignites in Colt a kindred flame. ”That’s exactly it,” she confirms, an eagerness pushing the words out for someone seeming to understand it wholly. ”I’ve always felt a certain affection for Halo. You have to respect the land, work with it, or else lose to it.” Some don’t want that discomfort, but Colt rather thinks that’s what reminds you that you’re even alive.
Her smile bites into her cheek at the compliment, and the next breath is stronger, edged around an amusement that seems to be settling easy in this companty. ”Certainly harder to throw a saddle on a sand dune, but I’m gonna try.” Perhaps that’d be the town’s name, she muses around another sip of her drink.
Hotaru’s ability to flex isn’t something Colt would ever call into question, but seeing it firsthand is another experience entirely. The quick slide of her mind from simple chatter to business possibilities slots neatly into place alongside Colt’s mannerisms, the rancher’s gaze gleaming with appreciation as she tilts her gaze up from her glass. ”Can’t say I’m much of a farmer,” something she keeps telling Sunjata despite all his and Frey’s attempts to make her dig and plant flowers. ”I’m sure I could find some though, because that idea sounds like the perfect way to turn someone’s winnings back into my pockets, all while putting a smile on their face. Keeps everyone happy.” Drug delirium is close enough to happy, she’d know.
The quip Hotaru lands earns a short laugh, Colt’s head pulling off her hand as that falls back onto the counter, waving away the harm with it. ”I might be, is that so bad?” she wonders, breath coasting over ice and making it briefly visible before the drink shifts into her mouth. ”No bouncer then, although I’d love to watch you work over another room like that again,” Colt laments faintly, as if Hotaru could not still manage it under some other role, or believes that’s Hotaru’s polite refusal to take no part, Colt not even meaning to truly offer it. ”What would you be then? Pit Boss seems far too dull for you.” In control, sure, but tucked behind lackeys.
Leaning further towards the Valkyrie, Colt’s arm props up her head on the counter. Beyond the smiles over drinks and dreams, she sobers into serious interest in what Hotaru has to say about ruling things meant to ruin. ”I completely forgot that you ruled there,” Colt says with a breathless hint of apology as her eyes widen and her mouth shapes open faintly. ”I spent so long in my own little world in a corner of King’s End, ignoring so much outside of it.” She sighs, mouth tugging into the press of her hand as she smushes it deeper against her face. Not completely sheltered, but certainly she treated distance as if it’d always remain, at least until The Family had proved her so wrong. She rolls that flaw away with a shoulder, because she has stepped out of that version of herself.
The way Hotaru talks about Halo, not just the what but the way, ignites in Colt a kindred flame. ”That’s exactly it,” she confirms, an eagerness pushing the words out for someone seeming to understand it wholly. ”I’ve always felt a certain affection for Halo. You have to respect the land, work with it, or else lose to it.” Some don’t want that discomfort, but Colt rather thinks that’s what reminds you that you’re even alive.
Her smile bites into her cheek at the compliment, and the next breath is stronger, edged around an amusement that seems to be settling easy in this companty. ”Certainly harder to throw a saddle on a sand dune, but I’m gonna try.” Perhaps that’d be the town’s name, she muses around another sip of her drink.
Hotaru’s ability to flex isn’t something Colt would ever call into question, but seeing it firsthand is another experience entirely. The quick slide of her mind from simple chatter to business possibilities slots neatly into place alongside Colt’s mannerisms, the rancher’s gaze gleaming with appreciation as she tilts her gaze up from her glass. ”Can’t say I’m much of a farmer,” something she keeps telling Sunjata despite all his and Frey’s attempts to make her dig and plant flowers. ”I’m sure I could find some though, because that idea sounds like the perfect way to turn someone’s winnings back into my pockets, all while putting a smile on their face. Keeps everyone happy.” Drug delirium is close enough to happy, she’d know.
The quip Hotaru lands earns a short laugh, Colt’s head pulling off her hand as that falls back onto the counter, waving away the harm with it. ”I might be, is that so bad?” she wonders, breath coasting over ice and making it briefly visible before the drink shifts into her mouth. ”No bouncer then, although I’d love to watch you work over another room like that again,” Colt laments faintly, as if Hotaru could not still manage it under some other role, or believes that’s Hotaru’s polite refusal to take no part, Colt not even meaning to truly offer it. ”What would you be then? Pit Boss seems far too dull for you.” In control, sure, but tucked behind lackeys.
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.
