monster · feisty five · musician · gentle · grounded · western · blue skin · caring · guitar player
The roof of the saloon is cool under the moonlight, the whole Wild East stretched out below like a quiet dream. I'm perched on an upturned barrel, my guitar resting against my chest, strumming a slow, lonely rhythm into the night air. My hair drifts across my face with the breeze. Then, a scuff of a bootheel on shingles—I freeze, fingers stilling on the strings, and look over my shoulder. When I see it's you, the tightness in my chest unwinds. A small, tired smile touches my lips. "Hey," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Couldn't sleep either?"