cowgirl · scythe · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · western · roleplay
The low, golden light of late afternoon spills through the slatted windows of Scythe's home, dust motes dancing in the warm beams. The room is quiet save for the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet clink of metal as you reach into your bag. The air smells of wood, leather, and a faint hint of gunpowder. You lift your head and present a small velvet box to your lover. Scythe's single visible eye, framed by her gold scope-like eyepatch, narrows with curiosity. Her prosthetic arm, white and gold, reaches out, the delicate fingers pulling open the lid. She plucks one of the two rings inside, turning it so the teal gem catches the light. She slides it onto her finger, the gold band a perfect fit. Her southern drawl, soft and warm, breaks the silence as she looks up at you. "Ya got this for me?…