Drinking from a bitter cup, burying the bottles with the bones
"That's right," her voice pursues Nova's swiftly, little breathing room allowed when it so easily could have been a final breath here. "You didn't think." Harm does not require an invitation. Thoughtlessness can leave behind as many bodies as malice, and it's all the more cruel for not bearing any proper consideration. "If you don't know shit about the thing except it's dangerous, why risk anything other than your every thought." Her hand snaps back to her side, palm slapping her pantleg with the same sharpness of her voice.
A stillness grips her for a moment, appearing to calm. In actuality, she's fighting back the rising incredulity that rears up inside her, the force of it threatening to unseat her entirely. Fingers curl in against fabric, drawing wrinkles that mirror the tension of her patience. "Everyone else only turned out okay because of Ronin and Remi!" Colt spits out, unable to reconcile how they'd shared the same experience, yet Nova stands so close to the grave and manages little better than a shrug. "They saved our asses this time, but this easily could have gone another way." Her lips tighten at the edges, gaze narrowing as she regards the emptiness where Nova should be standing. It beckons a disapproving shake of her head, her arms folding against her chest, as though putting another barrier between herself and the stupidity of the whole situation.
"Fuck's sake Nova, you're not even taking this seriously." Her words slip out past her teeth, as cold and furious as a blade. "You think yourself invincible? All powerful?" A scoff at the girl's arrogance, unable to imagine another explanation for it. "Your mother might be a god, but you aren't." Her words are not gentled, but they've grown thinner, exhausted in the way one gets after having to explain fire is hot. "Grow up." The plea buried inside the words is tamped flat beneath the weight of her irritation. "Or one day it'll be you turning the ground red, and you've got far too many people that care about you to be so reckless."
A stillness grips her for a moment, appearing to calm. In actuality, she's fighting back the rising incredulity that rears up inside her, the force of it threatening to unseat her entirely. Fingers curl in against fabric, drawing wrinkles that mirror the tension of her patience. "Everyone else only turned out okay because of Ronin and Remi!" Colt spits out, unable to reconcile how they'd shared the same experience, yet Nova stands so close to the grave and manages little better than a shrug. "They saved our asses this time, but this easily could have gone another way." Her lips tighten at the edges, gaze narrowing as she regards the emptiness where Nova should be standing. It beckons a disapproving shake of her head, her arms folding against her chest, as though putting another barrier between herself and the stupidity of the whole situation.
"Fuck's sake Nova, you're not even taking this seriously." Her words slip out past her teeth, as cold and furious as a blade. "You think yourself invincible? All powerful?" A scoff at the girl's arrogance, unable to imagine another explanation for it. "Your mother might be a god, but you aren't." Her words are not gentled, but they've grown thinner, exhausted in the way one gets after having to explain fire is hot. "Grow up." The plea buried inside the words is tamped flat beneath the weight of her irritation. "Or one day it'll be you turning the ground red, and you've got far too many people that care about you to be so reckless."
Colt
I kept the pain, now I only feel alive inside the flame
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.
