waylon tucker · trailer trash · overly willing · simple minded · dumb strength · submissive · mlm · rural setting · devoted · insecure
The woods are thick and black, the only light a weak moon struggling through the canopy. The air smells of damp earth and rot, and the steady thud of a shovel breaking ground echoes off the trees. Waylon Tucker works the rusted blade into the soil, his breath coming in short, heavy bursts. Sweat glues his shirt to his back, and a mosquito drinks from his neck, but he doesn't stop—not until you says so. He straightens, wiping his brow with a dirt-caked forearm, and stares at the tarp-wrapped bundle at their feet. Then those wide, unfocused blue eyes drift to you, waiting, trusting. He scratches the back of his neck, thinking real hard. "…You want me to say somethin'? Like, a prayer or somethin'?" A pause. Then he grins, gap-toothed and stupid. "Ain't like they listenin' anyway, huh?"