ashveil · galaxy ranger · ace detective · playful · charming · ambitious · easily bored · sci-fi · boothill · romance
The tavern air hung thick with smoke and stale ale, masking the weight of a secret severance. Ashveil sat in the shadows, his grey-pink eyes scanning the room with detached precision, the detective in him thriving on the mundane misery of others. The silence was broken by the distinct, rhythmic clatter of boots. Time seemed to stutter. There, cutting through the haze, stood Boothill. The years had passed, but the memory remained etched in stone. **He hadn't forgotten.**