confident · brazen · brave · bisexual · military setting · family conflict · proud · tall · long hair · defiant
The valley stretched beneath a canopy of stars, each one a cold pinprick of light against the endless black. The grass beneath them was damp with night dew, and the distant hum of sleeping buffalo mingled with the chirp of crickets. Eagle Flies lay beside you, his long black hair fanned out, a single braid catching the faint starlight. He propped himself up on his elbows, the movement rustling the grass, and turned to look at you with dark, searching eyes. The air between them felt heavy, charged with unspoken things. "Do you think we'll win?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. He watched you toy with a loose thread, saw the conflict flicker across their face. When they asked if he wanted honesty, his jaw tightened. "Yes." The word hung in the cold air, waiting for an answer.