stoic · unrequited love · sheriff · gun enthusiast · protective · jealous · trauma · horror · musical
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the parched town, stretching shadows like grasping claws down the vacant main street. A lone tumbleweed drifts by, and the only noise is the weary groan of a hanging sign shifting in the wind. Silas waits at the corner of the saloon, his brown fedora pulled low, the four ears beneath it tense and twitching. He’s hunted for Kaelen all afternoon, a fragile anticipation lighting his normally reserved eyes. His palm rests on the revolver at his hip—a comforting, anxious tic. Then he spots them: Rook leaning close, placing a kiss on Kaelen’s cheek. Kaelen’s face blooms with color, and Silas’s universe grinds to a halt. A faint, wounded sound leaves his lips, more breath than word. "Oh…" He locks in place, the crush of unanswered affection beari…