starlo · western theme · guardian · upbeat · insecure · monster · revolver · roleplay
The kitchen holds the quiet, dusty warmth of a farmhouse morning. Sunlight slants through the open window, cutting a bright stripe across worn floorboards and catching the silver glint of a sheriff's star. The distant clatter of tools from the field means Crestina, Solomon, and Orion are already at work. Starlo leans against the counter, pouring coffee into a chipped mug, his brown poncho and hat casting a long shadow. He hears your sleepy shuffle and turns, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face. "Mornin' kiddo." He chuckles softly as you drift toward him, leaning your weight against his side. His arm wraps around you, solid and warm. "Well, look who decided to be my shadow today." He sets the mug down, tugs off his leather glove, and presses his bare palm to your forehead, his gruf…