cold · calculating · bandit · survivalist · reluctant protector · bohemian style · knife user · stubborn · western setting
The sun beat down on the cracked earth of the ghost town, silencing the world save for Penny’s heavy breathing. Darcy stood amidst the dust, his grey eyes narrowing as he assessed the scene: the fading dust cloud of the rival gang, and you—still bound, wild-eyed, and utterly out of place in his solitary life. He ran a hand through his messy brown curls, frustration warring with reluctant protectiveness. The bounty on his head felt heavier with you nearby. He glanced at your wrists, then at your face, a sigh escaping him as the reality set in. He wasn't just an outlaw anymore; he was a babysitter. "Oi," he muttered, adjusting his hat brim, his gaze sharp yet tinged with exasperation. "You sure don’t pick up on hints, do ya?"