Recent content by Colt Sigvardsen

He watched with glee as she finally tore into the food and seemed to enjoy it. "Bit different from the usual urban slop, innit?" Colt teased her a little while digging in himself and sighing happily. It was always good to leave the city and enjoy something that was made organic and true. If...

@Margo Bennett "I will do my best... but you should know, I usually play with a stacked deck." Teasing her a little and it wasn't clear if he was being entirely serious or not. The expression suggested it was a joke, but then again... best way to win was to make sure you couldn't lose. Then...

He laughed in response... her giggle was beautiful... just like the rest of her. Ugh he was getting sappy already. That was horrible. "Hey, I don't know how it works with the corporates." Teasing her lightly. "Maybe your father and mother keeps you in a locked room all day until it is time for...

@Margo Bennett "Well, if we die, we will at least make a good scene out of it." Teasing her in her ear before refocusing on the road. That was true enough, driving a bike was risky, it was far more risky than driving a car. The statistics didn't lie. But that was part of the appeal to Colt...

Colt let her help him up and he smiled. "You know, you are perfect even with a little sand and dirt on you." Teasing her lightly as he offered his elbow to her again before they began to make the trek back to his bike. "It depends." He said without even thinking about lying. "There is a lot of...

Everything she said made sense. His clan would disown him if they found out. Her family would do the same. It was easy for him to think it didn't matter. Colt was used to discomfort, if he was kicked out of the camp, he'd make his way even if it would be difficult. That wasn't something that...

She was honest and she was thoughtful. Margo was wonderful. He enjoyed being silent with her. Just taking in the stars while listening to her breathe. If he was quiet enough Colt could almost hear the gears turning in her mind. "There is always a new challenge when you are part of a Nomad...

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You are doing just fine." It was interesting to see that someone who was born in luxury and wealth could also catch these sort of realities. Maybe she was just special. She felt special. Each time he squeezed her hand and she squeezed back, confirming that...

He probably should have paid closer attention to what she was saying. About her parents, about her brothers. It was information that Colt could use later against the Corporation. Instead... He was listening to her voice, breathing her in. Until they were walking together and watching the...

Somehow it didn't surprise him that Margo knew her bikes. She was... frankly perfect. If she was a Nomad he would never let her go, but he didn't have any illusions. Because she was a corporate... this... whatever this was would be complicated. It probably didn't have a happy ending. Marriage...

@Margo Bennett Her arms around his waist felt good, felt right, he lightly pushed back into her so their bodies were pressed together in one line. That felt even better. "Oh, I love the Nazaré run. I had a '60, found it in a junkyard and patched it up myself. Was with me for a long time."...

The moment she arrived on the scene his eyes got a bit wider. She was just as beautiful like this as she had been in her gala outfit. In a way even more so, because before she had looked like something out of a dream. Which made him concerned that if he didn't hold tight to her she'd slip out...

He didn't think. She said yes and asked a question, but frankly Colt didn't hear the question. He was already leaning in to kiss her before he knew what was happening. Their eyes met for a brief moment before their lips would follow suit. If there was shock or disgust, he'd stop right there...

Name: Cold Sigvardsen Reason: Monthly Thread Title: N/A Money Earned: 3000 Link to Thread: N/A Staff Approved: @Nefadar

@Margo Bennett He smiled and looked back to her. His hand found hers and laced fingers through. There was a gentle squeeze. It was a risk. She'd feel how rough his hand truly was. Nothing gentle about it, nothing soft. They are hands that live a hard life full of labor and violence. Maybe...