COLT
What if I hurt you, what if I leave you
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
What if I find somebody else, and I don't need you
What if this goes south, what if I mess you up
What if I break your heart in two
Even as the realization comes, so too does the fact that he's still coming for her. Colt's terror that'd waned at the familiar face is still there in remnants of her pulse, flooded in the fringes of her thoughts, tangled in the short heave of her breaths. She keeps shoving herself away, finally hooking her heels under her enough to begin to rise, one hand braced back for purchase on a nearby enclosure fence.
The audacity of men.
"I was thinking you were a murderous sea panther!" she hisses back in response, her relief short-lived in the face of his own outrage. Not that she could blame him, she'd also be pissed if someone was trying to stab her, but she doesn't run around as a deadly cat either. "You need to wear a fucking collar or something," she declares with less joke than it might sound, expression blazing with the defiance of someone who had literally just been fighting for their life. "You're lucky I didn't channel a god here to vaporize you." That she nearly had makes her swallow. The second time now she's almost killed someone shifted.
Sighing heavily as she gets her footing back, Colt leans into the fence. "Well, fortunately, neither of us did any of those things." Not biting off arms, not decimating lives. "I just came by to pray to Frey," she explains, eyes sitll bright with the alertness of adrenaline. "I'm more than happy to leave you and your banshees to whatever the hell this is." Chaos, she decides.
The audacity of men.
"I was thinking you were a murderous sea panther!" she hisses back in response, her relief short-lived in the face of his own outrage. Not that she could blame him, she'd also be pissed if someone was trying to stab her, but she doesn't run around as a deadly cat either. "You need to wear a fucking collar or something," she declares with less joke than it might sound, expression blazing with the defiance of someone who had literally just been fighting for their life. "You're lucky I didn't channel a god here to vaporize you." That she nearly had makes her swallow. The second time now she's almost killed someone shifted.
Sighing heavily as she gets her footing back, Colt leans into the fence. "Well, fortunately, neither of us did any of those things." Not biting off arms, not decimating lives. "I just came by to pray to Frey," she explains, eyes sitll bright with the alertness of adrenaline. "I'm more than happy to leave you and your banshees to whatever the hell this is." Chaos, she decides.
What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
What if I just pulled you close, what if I leaned in
And the stars line up, and it's our last first kiss
What if I loved all these what ifs away
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.
