#hircdguns

[wildlcck]

'' stop ruinin' my suit ! ''

━━━🥀━━━

❛ i'm sorry, mister. fine fella such as yerself... sometimes, i forget ma manners. ❜ they have been travelling for some time now, haven't they? her and this pretty boy bounty of hers. over many a dingy road and dusty plain. poor bastard might be hungry. tired. thirsty, even... ❛ then, i remember... i never did have none t' begin with! yah! ❜ least she's got the good grace (or, lack thereof...) to take a quick little detour, encouraging hera through the marshiest, muddiest waters the eye can spot. ❛ hoo-wee! look at ya- all covered in slime an' shit! you sure ain't no beau now. y' know, i reckon they oughta start callin' you crow finley instead... with all yer cawin' an' preenin'. ❜

[dsrtrose]

'' why , hello there ! '' charming smile , leaning aganist the bar table .

he's  a  charmer,  alright.  there's  something  almost  blinding  about  the  light  color  of  his  hair,  of  the  shiny  overcoat  he  damn  near  dirties  on  the  bar  table  he's  leant  up  against  -  eliza  blinks  once,  taking  in  the  sight  for  all  that  it  is.  vaguely,  she  recalls  reading  something  about  a  grandiose  outlaw  gracing  the  area  -  a  dying  breed.  (eliza  neglects  the  thought  for  the  time  being.)  she  wonders  if  he  ever  manages  to  get  his  hands  dirty  in  such  a  getup.

"hiya,"    she  replies,  a  friendly  smile  and  nod  shared  his  way  as  she  keeps  her  posture  turned  straight  ahead;  regardless  and  if  need  be,  he'll  make  a  fine  target  for  her  sticky  fingers.    "can  i  help  you?"

*        @hircdguns        🤍

[mortivivens]

@hircdguns answers the first toll.

“ go  on,  then. ”

adrenaline  stirs  within  her,  rising  like  a  tide  of  seething  bubbles  beneath  the  surface  of  boiling  water.  it  coils  in  her  veins,  restless,  ravenous.  pupils  eclipsing  the  pale  ring  of  her  irises,  swallowing  the  ivory  residue  of  light.  oxygen  nourishes  her  limbs  in  ruthless  pulls,  should  scape  become  the  only  option.

the  body  demands  what  it  must,  but  the  mind  is  a  rampart  unwilling  to  yield  to  mere  exhaustion.  that  will  come  later,  when  the  thrill  has  dulled,  &  instincts  subside.

“ charm  your  way  out  of  this  one,  as well. ”   voice  is  silk  laced  around  steel.

[mortivivens]

'' of course ya do , everybody knows who i am . ''

the  saloon  pulsed  with  a  low,  feverish  din.  the  restless  buzz  of  voices  clawing  over  one  another,  the  sharp  chime  of  glass  upon  glass,  the  slow  erosion  of  souls  dissolving  into  liquor.  smoke  curled  through  the  air  like  specters,  thick  with  the  scent  of  whiskey  &  regret. 

at  the  center,  margarethe  remained  unscathed  as  a  silent  force  swept  by  the  tide  but  never  engulfed  by  it.  not  inviting  attention,  nor  shying  away  from  the idea.

still,  his  words  rang  out,  self - assured,  as  if  simply  speaking  them  made  them  true.

margarethe  didn’t  respond  at  once.  instead,  she  lifted  her  cup  ( a  prop,  more  than  anything )  &  traced  the  rim  with  a  gloved  fingertip.  a  weighty  pause,  long  enough  to  let  his  claim  settle  into  the  thick  air  between  them.

eventually,  she  looked  at  him.

“ mmm. ”   a  low,  inscrutable  murmur.  then,  smooth  as  mist,  “ well,  that  does  save  us  the  trouble  of  introductions,  doesn’t  it ? ”

there  was  no  contempt  to  it,  no  outright  dismissal.  only  a  quiet,  knowing  amusement,  as  though  she  were  indulging  an  infant’s  boast  rather  than  engaging  in  conversation. 

her  gaze  held  him  for  a  beat  longer,  cool  &  appraising,  but  not  unkind.

“ a  name's  only  as  good  as  the  company  it  keeps. ”  the  barest  flicker  of  a  smile  touching  her  lips.  “ perhaps  we’ll  see  if  yours  is  worth  remembering. ”  she  took  a  sip, her thirst dissatisfied.

[wildlcck]

" i can give ya money ! " ( unprompted ! )

𖤓༻❁༺𖤓༻❁༺𖤓

❛ i got more money than ma horse could shit, mister finley! i got all the fancy clothes an' fine food and drink a body could want for. i got more of the stuff than i damn well know what t' to do with! but, at the end of the day... seems somethin's missin'. i'm always hankerin' for somethin' else. somethin' more. yeah, i reckon i got me an itch. one only pretty boy blood can scratch... ❜ carefully caressing that famous jaw of his with her blade and a low, dark little chuckle. ❛ the only thing yer money's gon' be good for's pickin' you out a nice, fancy 'stone! as handsome and fair as yerself. hopefully, one that's built a' sterner stuff... ❜

[wildlcck]

MISTER FINLEY (@hircdguns): '' everybody wants a piece of young beau ! ''

━━━🥀━━━

❛ well, who could blame 'em! who in their right mind could resist a hunk of yerself? fine feller like you, in yer prime... you're easy on the eyes, all right, mister beau- an' damn near insufferable on the ears! were i faced with choosin' between a nice, juicy cut a' beef, cooked all the way to perfection, or a slice of yourself... i reckon i'd have t' forgo the cow an' become one of them plant-eatin' fools instead! you're just that temptin'. speakin' of meat an' fools... i bring yer hide in, i might just be dinin' on fine fare and prime rib for the rest of ma days! now, that i can't resist! ❜