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
A snort answers Thal swiftly at the idea of being flattered by any of this, a sidelong glance thrown her way for extra measure. Though, an edge of Colt's lips betray her by tugging upward on one side. "Certainly showed me some truths I needed to have when assembling my council," Colt agrees, in so many words, with the idea of this in the long run being no loss for the desert's political structure. Not on the inside at least, just the external pressures of it all. "Maybe should've been apparent I made a bad call from the start, picking up people who's city literally fell out of the sky and which was weak enough to be overrun by the Family." A far too simplified version of the events, but they make her poor decision-making sit easier in her chest for the time being.
Sighing with the weight of it all, Colt slides deeper into the water, keeping her arms in the warmth and letting the surface lap just at the edge of her chin. "No, no she isn't," Colt agrees, rolling a part of her lower lip between her teeth with the consideration of it all. Her stare lifts to find Thalassa, holding the unspoken truth the ancient keeps there as the moment of fuck passes between them clearly. "I'm trying to work out how I could apologize to her." The great sigh Colt heaves flutters the surface of the water with a small ripple.
"I don't make a habit of it, so I've been trying to think of how to approach her with one she'd actually accept." Colt herself is no fan of the shitty, hollow versions of I'm sorry that feel more like routine than anything substantial. It has to be more than just a thing she says, it has to be felt, and acted on. Proven, in some way. "I don't think a pat on the shoulder and a beer will cut it this time." Her go-to on the ranch when she'd been a particular bitch the day before. She also doubts a nicely assembled gift basket like she'd given Thorn would go over well. While her gifts had been genuine for him, each one chosen with deliberate care and meaning, she doesn't actually know Flora well enough to pull off something similar, and she doubts it'd land the same even if she could. This apology doesn't require a wicker basket. Worse, it requires her to swallow her pride.
Sighing with the weight of it all, Colt slides deeper into the water, keeping her arms in the warmth and letting the surface lap just at the edge of her chin. "No, no she isn't," Colt agrees, rolling a part of her lower lip between her teeth with the consideration of it all. Her stare lifts to find Thalassa, holding the unspoken truth the ancient keeps there as the moment of fuck passes between them clearly. "I'm trying to work out how I could apologize to her." The great sigh Colt heaves flutters the surface of the water with a small ripple.
"I don't make a habit of it, so I've been trying to think of how to approach her with one she'd actually accept." Colt herself is no fan of the shitty, hollow versions of I'm sorry that feel more like routine than anything substantial. It has to be more than just a thing she says, it has to be felt, and acted on. Proven, in some way. "I don't think a pat on the shoulder and a beer will cut it this time." Her go-to on the ranch when she'd been a particular bitch the day before. She also doubts a nicely assembled gift basket like she'd given Thorn would go over well. While her gifts had been genuine for him, each one chosen with deliberate care and meaning, she doesn't actually know Flora well enough to pull off something similar, and she doubts it'd land the same even if she could. This apology doesn't require a wicker basket. Worse, it requires her to swallow her pride.
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.
