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
"Ain't that the truth," Colt sighs, fingers raking through the dampness of her salt-drying hair and folding back in on her arms. "I expect some amount of lying," she admits, chin stiffening as she angles her head up. She's not so naive as to think everyone should, or could always be honest. She herself is not above slipping out a white lie now and again, and has certainly done worse than white on plenty of occasions. Yet, loyalty matters to her, and someone doing what they say they will. Ultimately, she wants results, not words, and this blunder of words certainly resulted in something. "Wasn't the lyin' so much as the unexpected attack. All started by someone I thought I could trust." She doesn't blame Flora nearly as much as she does Soh, and at the end of that line is the blame upon herself for offering any damn part of her to that two-face. The sense of betrayal, more than anything, had soured her quick. "If you're gonna lie, at least do it clean and well. Just can't abide someone making a mess of shit for me."
Her boot scuffs across the deck though, and she stares at the wag of her toe, frowning. "Guess I should at least hear it from Soh straight, though." The admission doesn't come easy, half pulled from behind her teeth where they brace against one another. "Could be I've misunderstood something." Doubtful, but she's willing to consider it. Much as Colt has tried to retrace the events, lay them out and pick them apart, she doesn't see how it'd be anything other than it appears.
"Not to give her another chance," Colt decrees, glancing up in firm agreement as far as dodging a bullet in having Soh on her council. "Never that again. Just for the sake of understanding. Could help me understand shit with Flora better too." She could not so easily escape the future potentials of dealing with Flora. Not on her council, of course, but on the other side of it, which is just as bad in utterly different ways.
Chewing on the inside of her lip, Colt considers in the file of her mind who she has. She shakes her head a bit though. "If this has taught me anything, it's to wait and see. I don't know the people I have well enough to trust them with that role, not yet. I knew Soh the best, out of everyone, and that's backfired quite well." A small twitch of her lips, humor always a nice shield. "Although no one else is the best friend of a queen, so perhaps I'm in a better spot." The mother of one though, which she isn't sure is any better. Shit, she's not even sure she can still count on Hotaru. All the more reason to repair things with Torchline.
The potential of not wanting to hear things immediately draws Colt's focus entirely back to Melita. Her gaze narrows faintly, a begrudging, go on. She has often found the things she doesn't want to hear and the things she needs to hear are one and the same.
Something akin to a groan slips from her throat and Colt throws her gaze back to the side of the ship with a snort. "You're right," she says after a moment, and whether that's not wanting to have heard it, or that she shouldn't let it stay fucked, the answer seems much the same. "Although if that's the case, perhaps I should start with an older and much more deserving apology." Her body has started to sag a bit, and the towel falls from between the press of her thighs. "Think I owe Sunjata far more." The march of time had taken some of the sting out of her wounds, and though the loss remains, the hole of it all is steadily being filled by the desert. She had always known she'd been unkind to him, but it had taken her this long to be able to admit as much to anyone else, least of all him.
Her boot scuffs across the deck though, and she stares at the wag of her toe, frowning. "Guess I should at least hear it from Soh straight, though." The admission doesn't come easy, half pulled from behind her teeth where they brace against one another. "Could be I've misunderstood something." Doubtful, but she's willing to consider it. Much as Colt has tried to retrace the events, lay them out and pick them apart, she doesn't see how it'd be anything other than it appears.
"Not to give her another chance," Colt decrees, glancing up in firm agreement as far as dodging a bullet in having Soh on her council. "Never that again. Just for the sake of understanding. Could help me understand shit with Flora better too." She could not so easily escape the future potentials of dealing with Flora. Not on her council, of course, but on the other side of it, which is just as bad in utterly different ways.
Chewing on the inside of her lip, Colt considers in the file of her mind who she has. She shakes her head a bit though. "If this has taught me anything, it's to wait and see. I don't know the people I have well enough to trust them with that role, not yet. I knew Soh the best, out of everyone, and that's backfired quite well." A small twitch of her lips, humor always a nice shield. "Although no one else is the best friend of a queen, so perhaps I'm in a better spot." The mother of one though, which she isn't sure is any better. Shit, she's not even sure she can still count on Hotaru. All the more reason to repair things with Torchline.
The potential of not wanting to hear things immediately draws Colt's focus entirely back to Melita. Her gaze narrows faintly, a begrudging, go on. She has often found the things she doesn't want to hear and the things she needs to hear are one and the same.
Something akin to a groan slips from her throat and Colt throws her gaze back to the side of the ship with a snort. "You're right," she says after a moment, and whether that's not wanting to have heard it, or that she shouldn't let it stay fucked, the answer seems much the same. "Although if that's the case, perhaps I should start with an older and much more deserving apology." Her body has started to sag a bit, and the towel falls from between the press of her thighs. "Think I owe Sunjata far more." The march of time had taken some of the sting out of her wounds, and though the loss remains, the hole of it all is steadily being filled by the desert. She had always known she'd been unkind to him, but it had taken her this long to be able to admit as much to anyone else, least of all him.
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.
