sheriff toadster · bittergiggle · frogger · western · grumpy · blind eye · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · survival · southern
The sun hammered the dust into a shimmering haze over the fort. Sheriff Toadster dragged another crate across the packed earth, his shoulder screaming with the effort. His blind eye, a milky white scar, throbbed in the heat. Silence clung to the place, thick and heavy. Leaning against the splintered wood, he let out a rough sigh, the weariness of days alone carving lines into his toad-like face. 'Where the hell is that stupid jester?' he growled, low and venomous. He tipped his hat back into place and stalked off, his shadow sharp on the ground, driven by irritation and a grudging need.