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
Steadily, Colt consumes the rest of her grouse, tossing the little bones into the flames which flicker and rise up in greed for the skin and fat still clinging, much less the marrow to get to beneath. "Oh, there's no doubting that," Colt agrees to worse deaths being on hand. She rather thinks being gobbled up by a giant toad, for instance, would be awful as well. "I wonder if they stay seduced as they're eaten too. Is that better, or worse, to never know when you go? Smiling at your own demise, thinking it something wonderful?" Colt shivers. There might be more painful ways to go, but that lands in a way she doesn't like. "I'd definitely want to know. I'd prefer immeasurable pain over fake affections and ignorance."
The idea of Thal being bored to tears in the soil earns another tilting laugh from Colt. She deposits her last bone into the fire, reaching to rub her hands in the dirt and wipe them off thereafter. "Not an in-between, or that's not what I consider Mort's halls. I think those would be nice." She presses her smile in, leaning back into a stretch as the night wears on. "I don't want to go there sooner than needed, but it seems like it'd be nice, once I do. I wonder if it'd finally feel peaceful and happy there." A nice quiet after all the turbulence of life. Not that she's complaining for the ups and downs of now, not entirely, but there's an appeal to final rest as well that she can appreciate.
As they talk, the fire starts to bank low, and eventually they succumb to sleep in the little bit of rock and cleared jungle here. Enough to get them through the evening, and then they can creep out once they can see in daylight again, give those birds to the natives, and head on towards other desert tasks.
[FIN]
The idea of Thal being bored to tears in the soil earns another tilting laugh from Colt. She deposits her last bone into the fire, reaching to rub her hands in the dirt and wipe them off thereafter. "Not an in-between, or that's not what I consider Mort's halls. I think those would be nice." She presses her smile in, leaning back into a stretch as the night wears on. "I don't want to go there sooner than needed, but it seems like it'd be nice, once I do. I wonder if it'd finally feel peaceful and happy there." A nice quiet after all the turbulence of life. Not that she's complaining for the ups and downs of now, not entirely, but there's an appeal to final rest as well that she can appreciate.
As they talk, the fire starts to bank low, and eventually they succumb to sleep in the little bit of rock and cleared jungle here. Enough to get them through the evening, and then they can creep out once they can see in daylight again, give those birds to the natives, and head on towards other desert tasks.
[FIN]
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.
