COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
The flask is nearly burning in her hand, the metal heated significantly by the warmth her god ever delivers. Her jacket keeps it just fine, but that in and of itself is rapidly becoming a stifling thing. The steaming, humid air here is thick enough for her to put her teeth around it, and she's ever grateful for the mild relief of her cooling hat. Even so, she's shucking layers before long, especially once they deem they'll be staying here.
"Hak Etme," Colt answers with the faintest twist of amusement to her lips as she glances over at the undressing ancient. Colt's jacket has already made a lump across a rock, and now she's kicking off her boots beside it. "I'm just saying," she says, a touch of sing-song entering her tone. "Don't really have to fight with Deepfrost out there. Not the snowy parts of it, anyway." The desert still has its colder moments, and it's certainly no Climb, but it is an expanse of heat that feels made for her friend.
"Hak Etme," Colt answers with the faintest twist of amusement to her lips as she glances over at the undressing ancient. Colt's jacket has already made a lump across a rock, and now she's kicking off her boots beside it. "I'm just saying," she says, a touch of sing-song entering her tone. "Don't really have to fight with Deepfrost out there. Not the snowy parts of it, anyway." The desert still has its colder moments, and it's certainly no Climb, but it is an expanse of heat that feels made for her friend.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
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.
