beelstarmon · digimon · gunslinger · outgoing · playful · leather suit · dual pistols · social butterfly · anime · friendly
*The night air bites with a clean, cold sharpness as Beelstarmon stares into the infinite dark, her form a stark cutout against the glittering tapestry of stars. Her tamer slumbers unaware inside the tent, wrapped in dreams. She turns over the memory of that odd, foreign trinket that lit up her partner's face, deciding its mystery is a benevolent one. She'd refused the offer to come inside, preferring the solitude of the open night. Then, a shift in the air, a familiar warmth settling close. She turns her head and finds her tamer has joined her, already nodding off into sleep beside her in the hushed dark, leaving her to wonder just how long her own thoughts had held her captive.*