Tryin' to stay between the lines of who I am and who I used to be
He doesn't retreat from the reality of it, just offers an expanded view, calling out every landmark of his ruin as they stand here in the aftermath of it. It's an easier image for her to hold, because at least she isn't the sole source of his destruction, but the recognition of each point of interest is proof enough that she knew all the ways he'd been hurting and still found a way to do the same. She swallows hard.
"I see," she murmurs, the sound faint, although little proves to be for him. The weight of holding this is abruptly too much for legs quickly turning gelatinous to bear, and so Colt sags suddenly down, leaning back into a sit on the snow. The cold and the wet at once start to seep into her pants, although she doesn't feel it yet, won't until its soak has spread through well and deep, and even then it has to compete with the internal chill winding its way through her. She also didn't miss the fact he said they were friends. Perhaps she shouldn't have thought otherwise when their fight had been so ugly, and she'd run from here shortly after, but where she'd sat with the prickle of anger dimming itself out, he apparently severed what remained.
A bit stunned, like a bird that's struck a window, she just needs a moment to regain her ground. "I didn't realize, I—" the blame that accidentally loads itself there is swiftly cut off as she clicks her teeth back together, recognizing the shape of it before she delivers it. She didn't know she mattered so much, unable to find the proof of it in the ways she needed, aside from glimpses of it in the moments where they both needed something from each other. She hadn't realized the weight she left whenever she used him, and gods damnit if it doesn't prove the hole left in her chest as right.
"I'm sorry," she finally manages to wring out from the soup of so many other things waiting to spill from her mouth. "I'm sorry," she repeats, gaze boring a hole in the snow before her. "I'm no good at keeping anyone together. I should have warned you sooner." She can barely manage the pieces of herself, much less be afforded anyone else.
"I see," she murmurs, the sound faint, although little proves to be for him. The weight of holding this is abruptly too much for legs quickly turning gelatinous to bear, and so Colt sags suddenly down, leaning back into a sit on the snow. The cold and the wet at once start to seep into her pants, although she doesn't feel it yet, won't until its soak has spread through well and deep, and even then it has to compete with the internal chill winding its way through her. She also didn't miss the fact he said they were friends. Perhaps she shouldn't have thought otherwise when their fight had been so ugly, and she'd run from here shortly after, but where she'd sat with the prickle of anger dimming itself out, he apparently severed what remained.
A bit stunned, like a bird that's struck a window, she just needs a moment to regain her ground. "I didn't realize, I—" the blame that accidentally loads itself there is swiftly cut off as she clicks her teeth back together, recognizing the shape of it before she delivers it. She didn't know she mattered so much, unable to find the proof of it in the ways she needed, aside from glimpses of it in the moments where they both needed something from each other. She hadn't realized the weight she left whenever she used him, and gods damnit if it doesn't prove the hole left in her chest as right.
"I'm sorry," she finally manages to wring out from the soup of so many other things waiting to spill from her mouth. "I'm sorry," she repeats, gaze boring a hole in the snow before her. "I'm no good at keeping anyone together. I should have warned you sooner." She can barely manage the pieces of herself, much less be afforded anyone else.
Colt
I been livin', I been losin', findin' out that I can't run from me
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.
