COLT
I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
No sting, no hurting no one
Just a bang, bang rolling off your tongue
The physical way Zavien sets himself before Soh as if she is in need of a shield takes Colt aback. She draws in a sharp breath, holding it in her chest like it's the last clean one she'll get for a while. The sting of it all is still on the back of her tongue, sitting like the burn of strong liquor that comes out even on the exhale. She lets that breath go now, and the blaze fills her mouth anew as it sighs from the corner of her mouth, still tight with disagreement. She had not come here to draw more bad blood, much as it might seem the contrary. Colt doesn't go out of her way to pick fights, goats wearing tags notwithstanding. She stands her ground, and sometimes that seems to be enough.
Unsure when the gods granted her tongue as much a sharp edge as her arrows, though they must have to warrant such defensive posturing as is laid out before her. "Sorry," she offers in turn, "habit when dealing with a snake." Nonetheless lowers the remaining string of words that rise behind the angle of her teeth and swallows them down, offering another attempt at a smile instead, even going so far as to try and school ehr face back into something neutral.
Her hands hook back in her pockets, trying to appear as unarmed as she is for this talk, though her fingers curl into her denim with the residual tension of being played. Especially as this is quickly turning into a he said she said, which flexes Colt's jaw where she bears down on the retort that rises for Zavien.
Thankfully Soh doesn't let herself cower behind him, and Colt's attention at once slides back to the Luminary as she steps into view with a lifted chin. Guts at least Colt can tolerate better than anything worm-like as the wriggling behind a boyfriend.
Ignoring Zavien for the time being, despite him being the one she actually came to speak to, the potential to get to the bottom of this can only come from the woman herself. Whatever Zavien has to say is surely just regurgitated food Soh mommabirded to him, and that doesn't interest her in the least.
Unsurprisingly, Soh paints herself in a better light, but there's enough of a flare of uncertainty in Colt's chest that she hesitates, just a touch. She had known, in hindsight, that she'd moved quicker than she should have, reacting instead of thinking. She doesn't normally like to judge without knowing both sides, and even then, she tends to lean towards loyalty. Problem is, she'd thought all of them had been loyal to each other, but it'd been no real surprise to find herself on the odd end out when the two of them had such history. It's a reminder that she likely isn't going to get the full picture even now, each of them protecting the other to some degree. "Hm," Colt drags the word with her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Any other reason then why Flora told me you definitely didn't want to go to the desert?" Colt raises an expectant brow, one hip cocking to the side as her weight shifts. Someone's lying to someone here.
"I'd love to talk," she agrees too brightly. "I've been wanting to hear your side of the story, because much as I've wracked my brain, I can't think what the fuck I did to deserve this when I thought we were friends." All the shine she put into her last remark has dulled into something flat and brittle. She exhales with a huff, waving away with her breath any potential that she's still hurt by this changeup. "So, since we're talking, tell me. Did you tell Flora I was poaching you?"
Unsure when the gods granted her tongue as much a sharp edge as her arrows, though they must have to warrant such defensive posturing as is laid out before her. "Sorry," she offers in turn, "habit when dealing with a snake." Nonetheless lowers the remaining string of words that rise behind the angle of her teeth and swallows them down, offering another attempt at a smile instead, even going so far as to try and school ehr face back into something neutral.
Her hands hook back in her pockets, trying to appear as unarmed as she is for this talk, though her fingers curl into her denim with the residual tension of being played. Especially as this is quickly turning into a he said she said, which flexes Colt's jaw where she bears down on the retort that rises for Zavien.
Thankfully Soh doesn't let herself cower behind him, and Colt's attention at once slides back to the Luminary as she steps into view with a lifted chin. Guts at least Colt can tolerate better than anything worm-like as the wriggling behind a boyfriend.
Ignoring Zavien for the time being, despite him being the one she actually came to speak to, the potential to get to the bottom of this can only come from the woman herself. Whatever Zavien has to say is surely just regurgitated food Soh mommabirded to him, and that doesn't interest her in the least.
Unsurprisingly, Soh paints herself in a better light, but there's enough of a flare of uncertainty in Colt's chest that she hesitates, just a touch. She had known, in hindsight, that she'd moved quicker than she should have, reacting instead of thinking. She doesn't normally like to judge without knowing both sides, and even then, she tends to lean towards loyalty. Problem is, she'd thought all of them had been loyal to each other, but it'd been no real surprise to find herself on the odd end out when the two of them had such history. It's a reminder that she likely isn't going to get the full picture even now, each of them protecting the other to some degree. "Hm," Colt drags the word with her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "Any other reason then why Flora told me you definitely didn't want to go to the desert?" Colt raises an expectant brow, one hip cocking to the side as her weight shifts. Someone's lying to someone here.
"I'd love to talk," she agrees too brightly. "I've been wanting to hear your side of the story, because much as I've wracked my brain, I can't think what the fuck I did to deserve this when I thought we were friends." All the shine she put into her last remark has dulled into something flat and brittle. She exhales with a huff, waving away with her breath any potential that she's still hurt by this changeup. "So, since we're talking, tell me. Did you tell Flora I was poaching you?"
No smoke, no bullets
No kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
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.
