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
It comes as no surprise to her that Thalassa is in a similar boat in terms of apologies or the strategies around them. She's not sure there is any clean answer. It just requires facing it, and this overthinking it is starting to feel like avoidance no matter how she tries to dress it up as something more tactical. "Simplicity might be the answer here after all," Colt considers, head tilting faintly to the side as she imagines what it might be like to just stroll up to the Flora's office and do just the same. Knock knock. Who's there? I'm sorry. I'm sorry who? I'm sorry who you're friends with sucks. She'd work on the delivery.
As she traces over it more, Colt catches on the he of what Thalassa said, and one brow lifts in question. "He who? This smells like a story." She readily prods, more than happy to give up this spotlight for a time and let the troubles of someone other than her be the topic of their talk.
"Mm, it'll come to me, but not if I stay in here much longer. I might be setting up to live in a desert but this heat is gonna fry me soon." She isn't lying, her skin's gone red with the heat and maybe her heavy-lidded eyes aren't just the exhausting of thinking things to death but the onset of heatstroke. The humidity here is what's really stifling, and suddenly fresh air has never sounded so good.
As she traces over it more, Colt catches on the he of what Thalassa said, and one brow lifts in question. "He who? This smells like a story." She readily prods, more than happy to give up this spotlight for a time and let the troubles of someone other than her be the topic of their talk.
"Mm, it'll come to me, but not if I stay in here much longer. I might be setting up to live in a desert but this heat is gonna fry me soon." She isn't lying, her skin's gone red with the heat and maybe her heavy-lidded eyes aren't just the exhausting of thinking things to death but the onset of heatstroke. The humidity here is what's really stifling, and suddenly fresh air has never sounded so good.
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.
