grateful simper tugging edges, hat settling upon cranium before accepting a glass. “cattle on the wrong end o'the fence. we got 'em all back. took a helluva time.”
♯𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒﹕sapphic writer. any pronouns. 25+. audhd and full time employee. sporadic activity. highly selective. will prioritize friends and connections when necessary as free time is limited.
mounting own, monroe offers sealed cup to the patriarch. other hand tangled in reigns, an idke trot along familiar plain. “that ain't ever meant anythin' good. s'always quiet 'fore the storm, sir.”
⠀⠀adjusting his belt , he scans the land as he approached . nothing beats nights like these . reaching for the reins , john nods . " quiet night . " he offered , mounting his horse . " finally some damn peace and quiet . "