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
Her eyes are drawn at once to the flame that conjures in his hand. She doesn't shy from it, but she watches it all the while. It isn't fear, not exactly, just a healthy respect for something she knows has an insatiable hunger and only ever pretends to be tamed. There's a time and a place for fire, and she'd not ignore its usefulness just because it tried to take everything from her. She's still here, still bending something to her will, but it's no mistake that she left a land that regularly burns on purpose now.
Glad to hear he doesn't need any weird shit to satisfy him, Colt nods at his terms, both counts. There'd be no sense in only shipping out raw, which he seems to recognize, but anything more would be limited, just bait to get people to them. "Fair 'nough," she decrees, his warning settling like sense she could easily get behind. He doesn't want to waste his time, and neither does she—not his, not hers either.
Some part of her expects him to pry, curiosity always getting people to ask shit they shouldn't. It either doesn't interest him, or he knows better, because he doesn't. Instead, he sets down a new word, enough out of the blue at first that Colt just blinks back. Before she has to worry too long about connecting dots, one of her first being that perhaps this is a new term and he's demanding cactus fruit as payment, perhaps a favorite of his, he makes the tracks for his train of thought evident. "Makes a nice drink," she murmurs, casual as can be, although there's a sharpness to her mouth that undermines it, proof she's heard him and is fully considering it. She'll be getting people hooked on kool-aid one way or another.
"We'll be ready come mid Deepfrost," she informs him, taking a last puff of her cigarette before stubbing it out on the bottom of her boot heel. Her breath eases out with the curl of smoke, fingers still holding onto the butt, too fond of this place to discard it carelessly. She folds her knees up and makes to stand, shoving off the piling.
Glad to hear he doesn't need any weird shit to satisfy him, Colt nods at his terms, both counts. There'd be no sense in only shipping out raw, which he seems to recognize, but anything more would be limited, just bait to get people to them. "Fair 'nough," she decrees, his warning settling like sense she could easily get behind. He doesn't want to waste his time, and neither does she—not his, not hers either.
Some part of her expects him to pry, curiosity always getting people to ask shit they shouldn't. It either doesn't interest him, or he knows better, because he doesn't. Instead, he sets down a new word, enough out of the blue at first that Colt just blinks back. Before she has to worry too long about connecting dots, one of her first being that perhaps this is a new term and he's demanding cactus fruit as payment, perhaps a favorite of his, he makes the tracks for his train of thought evident. "Makes a nice drink," she murmurs, casual as can be, although there's a sharpness to her mouth that undermines it, proof she's heard him and is fully considering it. She'll be getting people hooked on kool-aid one way or another.
"We'll be ready come mid Deepfrost," she informs him, taking a last puff of her cigarette before stubbing it out on the bottom of her boot heel. Her breath eases out with the curl of smoke, fingers still holding onto the butt, too fond of this place to discard it carelessly. She folds her knees up and makes to stand, shoving off the piling.
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.
