COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
Colt offers silence in return for Mel's peppering of questions about her quickdraw potential and assurance of aim. Her lips press in tighter, the corners of her mouth wrinkling faintly, as if bearing the shape of the answer without actually giving it, a clear and resounding no. It's an exercise more than a question. Point taken, she glances aside, sighing.
For someone inclined to make razing choices in the moment, Colt is not an unreasonable person when she's of the mind for it. She can appreciate that different people have their own thoughts and patterns, and as long as those don't interfere with hers, she doesn't much care what someone else decides to do or think. Might question it, definitely judge it, but if it's self-contained, it doesn't matter. In fact, there's something to the talents people manage to procure on their own, making choices she never would. Sometimes those can benefit her, and she's grateful for their different versions of a life. This though, this had been something that meant to make her bend in a way she wasn't prepared for, and she immediately shoved back at it.
"Mm," she agrees faintly, jaw working as she rolls her tongue in thought. "Sometimes isn't worth the fight," she admits, to not making enemies of everyone. There's a balance to breaking a horse to ride. Some days you can't give in, most days, actually. The moment you do, you teach the horse that its shit behavior earns it what it wants, which is always less work and its own opinions. If it bucks and throws you out the saddle and you don't climb back on, then it's gonna think bucking is the solution and try it for several other days more in an attempt to keep its back clear. She's always equated training to a conversation being established, but some days it's a damn war.
The best solution is to keep the horse from ever bucking you off to begin with. Easier said than done, and sometimes unavoidable. However, there's some days where even if you can't avoid the fight, submitting to it, letting yourself lose so you might come back better equipped later. There's value to that as well. This maybe should have been a time she let the bronc win out, if only because it's not even a saddle she means to stay seated on.
"Yeah," she admits, when Mel is kind enough to agree that not all her decisions had been poor, at least not when she had the information she had on hand at the time. "I'm not much interested in doing this all alone. Don't think I can, really." Colt admits, unashamed to do so. "Clearly, diplomacy isn't one of my main strong suits." Proof that she needs a strong partner in this. She huffs a mild laugh at herself, tugging her hair into her hand and shaking some of the lingering water out. "Could do with being more careful who I put at my side in the future though." Maybe just avoid anyone's best friends entirely.
Mel's admission that it's not so simple eases some of the strain that remains in Colt. She'd misstepped, and according to Flora, it should have been an obvious one, but maybe it's not so clear cut as all that. Makes it harder to take any steps with confidence, the pitfalls a bit obscured except by those that have set them there, but then Colt has never shied from the potentials of falling, except when it comes to her heart. "Well, useful to consider for next time, but I think it's rightly fucked this time around." An apology feels like a swollen, unwanted thing in her chest, and she doubts the Doubletake would hear it anyway, even if Colt managed to get it out. The damage has been done, or that's certainly what it feels like, and Colt isn't in the habit of crawling back to kiss at toes for forgiveness. She could amend what she'd said, could agree that her and Flora have different views on the approach, and she could regret the outcome. That ahrdly seemed enough.
For someone inclined to make razing choices in the moment, Colt is not an unreasonable person when she's of the mind for it. She can appreciate that different people have their own thoughts and patterns, and as long as those don't interfere with hers, she doesn't much care what someone else decides to do or think. Might question it, definitely judge it, but if it's self-contained, it doesn't matter. In fact, there's something to the talents people manage to procure on their own, making choices she never would. Sometimes those can benefit her, and she's grateful for their different versions of a life. This though, this had been something that meant to make her bend in a way she wasn't prepared for, and she immediately shoved back at it.
"Mm," she agrees faintly, jaw working as she rolls her tongue in thought. "Sometimes isn't worth the fight," she admits, to not making enemies of everyone. There's a balance to breaking a horse to ride. Some days you can't give in, most days, actually. The moment you do, you teach the horse that its shit behavior earns it what it wants, which is always less work and its own opinions. If it bucks and throws you out the saddle and you don't climb back on, then it's gonna think bucking is the solution and try it for several other days more in an attempt to keep its back clear. She's always equated training to a conversation being established, but some days it's a damn war.
The best solution is to keep the horse from ever bucking you off to begin with. Easier said than done, and sometimes unavoidable. However, there's some days where even if you can't avoid the fight, submitting to it, letting yourself lose so you might come back better equipped later. There's value to that as well. This maybe should have been a time she let the bronc win out, if only because it's not even a saddle she means to stay seated on.
"Yeah," she admits, when Mel is kind enough to agree that not all her decisions had been poor, at least not when she had the information she had on hand at the time. "I'm not much interested in doing this all alone. Don't think I can, really." Colt admits, unashamed to do so. "Clearly, diplomacy isn't one of my main strong suits." Proof that she needs a strong partner in this. She huffs a mild laugh at herself, tugging her hair into her hand and shaking some of the lingering water out. "Could do with being more careful who I put at my side in the future though." Maybe just avoid anyone's best friends entirely.
Mel's admission that it's not so simple eases some of the strain that remains in Colt. She'd misstepped, and according to Flora, it should have been an obvious one, but maybe it's not so clear cut as all that. Makes it harder to take any steps with confidence, the pitfalls a bit obscured except by those that have set them there, but then Colt has never shied from the potentials of falling, except when it comes to her heart. "Well, useful to consider for next time, but I think it's rightly fucked this time around." An apology feels like a swollen, unwanted thing in her chest, and she doubts the Doubletake would hear it anyway, even if Colt managed to get it out. The damage has been done, or that's certainly what it feels like, and Colt isn't in the habit of crawling back to kiss at toes for forgiveness. She could amend what she'd said, could agree that her and Flora have different views on the approach, and she could regret the outcome. That ahrdly seemed enough.
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
