Raining on me so damn long, but that's relief to a man who calls a desert home
It's a bit different, seeing her own memory jump to life beside her, to watch herself. Does her hair really look like that in the back? She resists the urge to reach up and touch it now, despite the flicker of impulse, the much greater one of holding still just long enough to endure this drowning out everything else.
The Mathair expands around them, and Colt watches with a sickening sense a past version that's too bright, too cheerful, too unguarded. She wishes she could whisper to that old her more sense of caution, but she knows there's no point to it now. What's done is done, this among them. As it concludes, Colt draws her hand back, curling it close to herself as if she means to nurse a wound. She presses the cold, crisp champagne back to her tongue, needing the chilled bite to refocus her on the present and to offer something pleasant again when so much has just been otherwise.
For a brief time, she expects that Flora will turn to her and ask what was the point of showing her exactly what Soh had told her. It's a thought she's had all this while after reviewing all the exchanges over and over again, trying to determine where she had so thoroughly fucked up, that answer surely cleaner than the idea that Soh had just chosen to lie or sabotage her for no apparent reason. She has come up with very little in the end, truthfully, leading her to believe that offering any invitation at all had been the mistake, at least where Torchline is concerned.
Instead, Flora surprises her by seeming to draw a similar conclusion as she had whenever she reviewed the memory. Although her question brings about a new worry—will the Hot Take not be satisfied until she has combed through every moment Colt's walked through, only able to see what she is given after all, and therefore suspicious of what she hasn't been able to see? She takes another sip as she regards the queen over the glass, the motion slow with careful thought.
The iced drink smooths out the ripple in her nerves, it's chill losing out to its heat as it sits in her gut, softening the edges of things enough to make brushing against them easier. "After that, the only time I saw her again was in Hak Etme to build our Skyport, then at your party." Colt's answer returns even and sure, her glass tinking as she sets it on the counter. She had purposefully come here with the notion not to make Sohalia look bad, uninterested in making any further cuts in this mess, and figuring there'd be little service in trying to tell Flora her best friend is anything but the bright light her title suggests. Therefore, Colt doesn't focus on Soh, but on what sits between the two of them.
"It's why what you said at the party took me by such surprise," she starts, tone tight although she keeps it steady, not letting the shock or the hurt show through much, and it's faded plenty by now anyhow. "Although I admit I shouldn't have reacted as I did, least of all at your birthday, so I am sorry for that." Her head tilts faintly, fingers drumming on the counter beside her glass where she's set it down. "I can lose my head sometimes when things get, emotional."
The Mathair expands around them, and Colt watches with a sickening sense a past version that's too bright, too cheerful, too unguarded. She wishes she could whisper to that old her more sense of caution, but she knows there's no point to it now. What's done is done, this among them. As it concludes, Colt draws her hand back, curling it close to herself as if she means to nurse a wound. She presses the cold, crisp champagne back to her tongue, needing the chilled bite to refocus her on the present and to offer something pleasant again when so much has just been otherwise.
For a brief time, she expects that Flora will turn to her and ask what was the point of showing her exactly what Soh had told her. It's a thought she's had all this while after reviewing all the exchanges over and over again, trying to determine where she had so thoroughly fucked up, that answer surely cleaner than the idea that Soh had just chosen to lie or sabotage her for no apparent reason. She has come up with very little in the end, truthfully, leading her to believe that offering any invitation at all had been the mistake, at least where Torchline is concerned.
Instead, Flora surprises her by seeming to draw a similar conclusion as she had whenever she reviewed the memory. Although her question brings about a new worry—will the Hot Take not be satisfied until she has combed through every moment Colt's walked through, only able to see what she is given after all, and therefore suspicious of what she hasn't been able to see? She takes another sip as she regards the queen over the glass, the motion slow with careful thought.
The iced drink smooths out the ripple in her nerves, it's chill losing out to its heat as it sits in her gut, softening the edges of things enough to make brushing against them easier. "After that, the only time I saw her again was in Hak Etme to build our Skyport, then at your party." Colt's answer returns even and sure, her glass tinking as she sets it on the counter. She had purposefully come here with the notion not to make Sohalia look bad, uninterested in making any further cuts in this mess, and figuring there'd be little service in trying to tell Flora her best friend is anything but the bright light her title suggests. Therefore, Colt doesn't focus on Soh, but on what sits between the two of them.
"It's why what you said at the party took me by such surprise," she starts, tone tight although she keeps it steady, not letting the shock or the hurt show through much, and it's faded plenty by now anyhow. "Although I admit I shouldn't have reacted as I did, least of all at your birthday, so I am sorry for that." Her head tilts faintly, fingers drumming on the counter beside her glass where she's set it down. "I can lose my head sometimes when things get, emotional."
Colt
Still gripping the shovel that got me here, fear if I let go I might disappear
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.
