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
"That's one of the few things I'm not worried about," Colt grumbles back, breath huffing with the resignation of still having to wait and see what the favor would be. Thal's creativity is not something Colt could ever doubt again after their bar night. Although, there's no keeping back the grin that lights up her features as she catches sight of the fucked up fish on the Ancient just before she slices into the pool. They both can be creative.
While Thal dives in, Colt finishes her undressing and pads over to the edge of the steaming pool, hat placed back on her head to combat the heat a touch more. With a more measured approach, Colt crouches down and slides first one foot in, then the other, letting the warmth crawl up her limbs and hold her with the promise of easing a few things for the time being. Frey has always been good at that.
Thal pops up near her, leaning onto her arms, and Colt peers down with the quiet understanding of the no buried in the explanation. If she's disappointed, she neatly keeps that inside the smile she presses on. "Drink like a fish is just a saying you know," she says with a flick of water from her hands towards Thal, choosing teasing over letting anything real attempt to sting and settle. Being called out so bluntly, especially for something as embarassing as being lonely, isn't something she'd be meeting head on, not even in her own company.
"Just tired of hearing you bitch about the cold this time of year is all," Colt sighs like it's obvious and very taxing, rolling her eyes as she slides deeper into the water. Her elbows brace back behind her on the ledge, and the liquid swarms up to her tits, lapping against them like two pale lily pads. "If you're going to drink me out of my home though, then by all means, don't come near it," she laughs faintly, shooting Thal a fond look. "Although I do hope the suggestion doesn't land as poaching you and next thing you'll be doing is telling your Theocrat how terrible I am."
While Thal dives in, Colt finishes her undressing and pads over to the edge of the steaming pool, hat placed back on her head to combat the heat a touch more. With a more measured approach, Colt crouches down and slides first one foot in, then the other, letting the warmth crawl up her limbs and hold her with the promise of easing a few things for the time being. Frey has always been good at that.
Thal pops up near her, leaning onto her arms, and Colt peers down with the quiet understanding of the no buried in the explanation. If she's disappointed, she neatly keeps that inside the smile she presses on. "Drink like a fish is just a saying you know," she says with a flick of water from her hands towards Thal, choosing teasing over letting anything real attempt to sting and settle. Being called out so bluntly, especially for something as embarassing as being lonely, isn't something she'd be meeting head on, not even in her own company.
"Just tired of hearing you bitch about the cold this time of year is all," Colt sighs like it's obvious and very taxing, rolling her eyes as she slides deeper into the water. Her elbows brace back behind her on the ledge, and the liquid swarms up to her tits, lapping against them like two pale lily pads. "If you're going to drink me out of my home though, then by all means, don't come near it," she laughs faintly, shooting Thal a fond look. "Although I do hope the suggestion doesn't land as poaching you and next thing you'll be doing is telling your Theocrat how terrible I am."
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.
