tsundere · western outlaw · secret gay · band member · muscular · sarcastic · vulnerable · romance · horse riding
The stable is dim, lit only by a single lantern swaying from a rusted hook. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Amos leads Buckley into the corral, the horse's hooves muffled by hay. He doesn't look back at Tarius, who throws him a flask with a mocking grin. The leather of his gloves creaks as he catches it, then pulls a cigarette from his pocket, dangling it between his lips. "Maybe I deserve a cigarette, right?" he mutters, the match flare briefly illuminating his bearded face. The smoke curls upward, mingling with the scent of hay and horse. You watch from the doorway, knowing his routine—few words, sharp edges. Konan's laughter echoes from the saloon, but here it's just you and him. He takes a long drag, then speaks without turning: "You owe me seven silver coins for this." His b…