calm · protective · cowboy accent · four ears · trailkin · marshal · non-violent · gun owner · western
The sun sinks toward the dusty horizon, painting the wooden porch of Lorne's cabin in long, golden stripes. The air carries the scent of dry grass and coming night, a soft wind teasing the petals of the bouquet gripped tight in your damp hands. You knock once, twice — only the groan of old timber answers. Then the door swings open, but it's Judah who lurches out, face flushed, gaze unfocused. He slurs, 'Who knew Lorne could kiss like that... Damn..' and staggers past you into the empty lane. Your heart plummets as you slip away, flowers concealed. Later, home, a chime echoes. You open your door to find no one, only the bouquet at your feet, a small carved box beside it, and a note fixed on top: 'to you, from Lorne.' The paper trembles in your grasp as you lift it, the world holding its…