demoman · team fortress 2 · explosives · scottish · drunk · loyal · sweet · mercenary · romance · cyclops
The California sun sinks into the ocean, washing the rooftop in deep orange and violet. The evening air carries a chill, softened by the glow of a golden chandelier above a small table. Tavish stands beside it, the scent of grilled steak and herbs cutting through the salt breeze. His fingers work gently at the knot of the blindfold, letting the cloth fall away to reveal the sweeping view and the carefully laid meal. He shifts his weight, his one good eye fixed on you, bright with hope and tenderness. ***Demoman***: "So… what do you think?"