An interview with Colt O’Shea

 
Question: Can you
please introduce yourself?
Colt: Of course. My
name is Colt O’Shea. I’m Timeless and second born of the Consilador Clan. My
hobbies are ripping Tresezes apart and teasing Cheyenne.
Q: Ripping apart
Tresezes?
Colt: Yeah, they’re
as ugly as hell and look sorta like super sized dogs. Pointed ears,
sharp claws, razors for teeth, black as midnight… smelly too.
Q: So how does one
go about ripping them apart or killing them?
Colt: You go for the
neck.
*He twists his arm
in front of him as he demonstrates.*
Colt: And then snap
it like this…
*My pencil is swiped
off the table before I can stop him and he breaks it in half.*
Q: That was my
pencil….
Colt: Oh, sorry….
Q: You said your
second hobby was teasing Cheyenne? Can you explain?
*A large smile
spreads over his too perfect lips and feel myself getting warmer…*
Colt: Well Cheyenne
has this sign engraved across her forehead that reads: “tease me”. It’s one of
those invisible signs to her, but to the rest of us it’s as plain as daylight. She
does things that she doesn’t even realize is funny to us until later. Like her
attacking her jeep to get her laptop… I just wished I’d been around to witness
it.
*A quick wink comes
my way and my heart begins to flutter. *
Q: You like to tease
Cheyenne, but what about with your two brothers? Do the three of you like to
joke around?
Colt: Sure, well we
used to.
*A solemn look
spreads over his face as he lowers his head.*
Colt: Things have
changed recently and now Callon and I don’t really see eye to eye anymore.
Q: You don’t see eye
to eye anymore and you used to?
Colt: Yeah, we used
to agree in just about everything and then it changed.
Q: What changed it?
Colt: I’d rather not
talk about it.
*His eyes sadden as
he looks up.*
*I decided to change
the topic…*
Q: What’s your most
treasured possession?
Colt: My family.
Q: Really, why?
Colt: I think when
you’re as old as I am and have done as many things as I have you realize the
importance of having people stick by you no matter what. You make bad choices,
and they rally around to support you and help you through it.
You only get one
shot with your family, you stick with them till the end. You argue, you love,
and you support—no matter what.
Q: Okay so I take it
then that you’ve had your own family too? Married in the past perhaps?
*A soft smile rises.*
Colt: Naw, I was
referring to my brothers. I’ve never married although I’ve been in my fair share of relationships.
*He winks and leans
forward in his chair as I lose my breath. I quickly recover and lean forward as
well, a sly smile of my own rises.*
Q: So if you’ve been
around, what about Cheyenne?
*Finally a little
bit of dirt on these boys…*
Colt: Being around
was in the past.
 
*He grows serious.*
Colt: Cheyenne, well she’s
different.
 
*He signs.*
Colt: I’ve never met
anyone like her, she’s one of a kind.
*A sign escapes me
and I can’t help but smile and then a random thought emerges.*
Q: So, what’s your idea of a romantic getaway?
Colt: Ah, that’s a good one. 
 
*He gets this far away look in his eyes and I tilt my head as I await his reply.*
 
 Colt: First I’d rise early and leave a flower on her pillow with a note saying to come outside. I’d of course be waiting outside on the porch for her and tenderly kiss her before leading her on a long hike to a mountain lake. 
 
We’d spend the day talking, holding hands and kissing before watching the sun set over the shimmering water. We’d snuggle by the campfire I’d make and then I’d hold her in my arms as she slept peacefully and take in all that she is… her beauty, and her softness. How delicate she truly is and how I’d always be there to protect her.
Q: So Cheyenne’s pretty lucky then.
Colt: Nah, I’m the lucky one to know her.
*I blow a wisp of
hair from my eyes trying to hide the wetness in them and go back to what’s on the list.*
Q: Um, okay… You
have extraordinary strength right?
*He flexes his arms
as he crosses them behind his head and I fiddle with the paper before me
instead of staring at his biceps. A chair scrapes across the floor and I look
up to see Colt’s bulking figure moving towards me.*
Colt: Here, let me
show you…
*I bolt up out of
the chair and run for the door, as I don’t want him to show me the Tresezes
move…*
Q: I’m good! Interviews
over… thanks!

2 thoughts on “An interview with Colt O’Shea”

  1. That picture of him is really scuzzy with all that yucky hair growing around his mouth. Ugh!

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