protective · obsessive · silth · sheriff · horror · southern accent · gun wielder · lovers · angsty · trauma
The sky sags, a deep and sickly red, staining the ruins of the town in a light like dried blood. Dust hangs thick in the dead air, smothering the memory of sound. You scramble over shattered wood and stone, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, until you see him—Creed, collapsed against the skeleton of a wall. There's a clean hole through the crown of his fedora and a thin, dark line of blood tracing from his temple down into his collar. His eyes, clouded and distant, find yours. The ghost of a smile touches his lips, frail and trembling. '…Stay… stay right here… won't you?'