#*el tigre

[eternalsymphonies]

Sartana crossed her arms. "If that's my guitar, you better return it now, mister. That guitar isn't just a musical instrument."

A sheepish grin appeared on the musician’s face as he was freshly caught in the act. Normally he was fast enough to at least make it a few meters…

❝Uh… sí, of course, I was just… I was just shining it a little, you see…❞

[eternalsymphonies]

"Oh, it's nothing. Just go to your wife and make her smile. I'm sure she misses you more than she's willing to admit." Sartana grinned playfully.

Héctor sighed deeply, his eyes looking sad almost immediately. He missed her too… So much. But every time he had tried to approach her, she had turned him away. He had lost hope. 

By now, he was nothing but a dirty, broken mess. Nothing was left of the man she had once loved… And he doubted she could ever love him again after what he had done to her.

“Thank you for your advice…”

[eternalsymphonies]

"Héctor, I think this is yours." Sartana handed him a straw hat. "I found it in the market today."

“Oh! I was looking for it! Muchas gracias, Señora!”

Right after he checked if it was still in one piece, he bowed to her in a gentlemanly manner. His eyes were sparkling with joy. 

“How can I repay you?”

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Sartana let out a dreamy sigh. "Ah, Ernesto? A man of many talents, that one."

❝Blech. His greatest talent is the creation of toxic gas.❞

[eternalsymphonies]

"Yeah, Jan." Sartana extended her arm toward him, menacing claws fully open. "The guitar. Now."

His arm shaking as he got closer to her, Héctor handed her the guitar, seeing his hopes vanish before his very eyes. 

❝Um… I’ll be going then…❞