Colt
Love's just one of them words
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
That gets thrown around
So I ain't gonna say it, no I ain't gonna lie
If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya
A stark laugh rings out, and its fortunate they're still starting their little trek, else all the grouse would flap away with the noise of it. "Oh, I'm obsessed with you, am I?" Colt wonders, a brow arched as she glances over her way. "Are you doing that thing where you try and manifest by putting it out in the world or some shit?" She shakes her head, dismissing the notion. Colt can certainly circle thoughts or memories more than she should, but obsession isn't a word she'd use in most cases, least of all with Thal, who half the time she's as likely to want to slap as she is hug.
Humming in response to the hair color, not seeming to fully believe the excuse, but not trying to pick at that scab more than necessary, not wanting her own torn off either. Ahead, an image of fresh water comes too soon, and she pauses suddenly, holding out a hand to barr Thal's path too. "Wait...this is way too early for the watering hole. Something's not right here." She has seen this creature before, in another time, but it's deceptive. "Run," she tells Thal suddenly and grabbing her she begins to spring through the jungle.
Humming in response to the hair color, not seeming to fully believe the excuse, but not trying to pick at that scab more than necessary, not wanting her own torn off either. Ahead, an image of fresh water comes too soon, and she pauses suddenly, holding out a hand to barr Thal's path too. "Wait...this is way too early for the watering hole. Something's not right here." She has seen this creature before, in another time, but it's deceptive. "Run," she tells Thal suddenly and grabbing her she begins to spring through the jungle.
If you were my last shot of whiskey
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I'd shoot ya down
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.
