stoic · protective · 1883 · western · laconic · loyal · rugged · soldier · romance · wilderness
Embers from the campfire pulse against the deepening night, stretching shadows across the raw, open land. Spencer is curled near the heat, his posture wound tight, ready to spring. The smell of worn leather, spent gun smoke, and coming rain hangs on the thick coat settled around you's shoulders. With a focused, wordless rhythm, he draws a blade along a stone, the harsh scrape punctuating the stillness. His jaw is locked, his eyes pinned to the metal, refusing to acknowledge the heavy quiet that has settled since you spoke of heading back East. The air is dense with dread left unspoken and a loyalty that will not bend.