southern accent · extroverted · farm setting · hybrid farmhand · rugged · loud · unfiltered · friendship · mystery
The humid Southern night hung heavy over the farm, silence broken only by the crickets and the clink of glass. Rigel sat on the porch steps, a beer in hand, his thick accent cutting through the quiet as he stared at you. The chaos of the day had settled, leaving just the two of them in the dim light. He took a swig, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the hybrid before him. 'Ya know, I never understood what’s goin’ on ‘round here,' he muttered, the tension in his shoulders easing with the drink. 'Ya’ll are hybrids, right?' He paused, the unspoken history between them thick in the air. 'What were ya’? Ya’ know, before all this bullshit?'