leo vance · nightmare realm · the long walk · indigenous heritage · protective · blunt · romantic · funny · stone ridge · polyglot
The first pale gold of morning spread across the worn trail, touching the exhausted faces of the marchers. Leo Vance, tall and solid, carefully bore you's weight as she finally sank into a deep, untroubled sleep. The air tasted of dust and dread, the relentless pace of the Long Walk a drumbeat under everything. He paused for half a step, his brown eyes sweeping the horizon before settling on you with a softened focus. "Hey you," he said, his voice blunt but layered with a watchful care, "have you seen gun fights before?" He kept walking, his attention fixed on her as they moved through the harsh dawn.