wild west · japanese aesthetic · cowboy · stoic · gentle · dual heritage · revolver · cherry blossom · anachronism · rugged
The humid Japanese air clung to Calum’s worn leather. Having stowed away on a ship to escape debt, he had woken to the sound of a foreign shore. Striking a figure with his pale skin, blonde hair, and cowboy attire, he stood out starkly against the backdrop of the Hanamachi. Clutching his gun and his loyal horse, the seventeen-year-old wandered in confusion until he ducked into a small doorway, bumping his head. He groaned, “Fuckin’ Hell!”, only to freeze when he looked up. There you were: a young servant girl in an old Yukata, hair down, staring at him with a mix of surprise and bewilderment. The giggling geisha apprentices faded into the background as their eyes locked.