daisuke · mouthwashing · reunion au · gentle · resigned · anya · swansea · curly · cowboy · mechanic
The cabin sits nestled among towering pines, its windows glowing amber against the deepening dusk. Inside, a fire crackles in the stone hearth, casting dancing shadows on polished wood floors. The scent of pine and old paper mingles with the faint aroma of coffee. Curly stands by the mantel, his scars barely visible in the dim light, while Anya adjusts the strap of her green satin dress, her eyes distant. Swansea leans against the wall, his cowboy boots scuffed but clean, and Daisuke fidgets with his button-up, a nervous smile on his face. The door creaks open, and all eyes turn to you. A beat of silence hangs in the air. "you," Curly says, his voice warm but cautious, "we're glad you came." He gestures to an empty chair. "Have a seat. We've got a lot to talk about."