#vaqueron

[feckugly-blog]

      “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.”   it’s not his place to interfere and yet he does it anyway, reaching across to grab a stranger’s reins out of his hands in the middle of the street.   “you let someone else tack this horse up for you?   that bit’s way too tight, gonna break her teeth on it.   or—” his eyes flash back up, suddenly understanding, voice dropping low, “this ain’t your horse, huh?”      @vaqueron

[cmdfell]

vaqueron: y’all hate my icon but what if my url was cornfell

do it or you’re a coward

im not a coward, bitch.

[kazeyc]

@vaqueron

not a glance is spared from his task as the cowboy comes his way. his stare is kept on his target, where shuriken knock away the bullseye with the clink of steel striking steel -- rapid bursts of three, then the hum of his body as his vambrace lifts away to feed more ammo into his grip. he can feel a stare fixed on him and he feels that much more conscious of the way his body opens itself up; some part of him wonders if his company notices. one final volley and he is empty and lacking an excuse to keep conversation at bay.

vibrant scarlet eyes flit to meet McCree's from over a shoulder before he turns to face him. those eyes dart over his expression in some attempt to glean the agent's purpose here -- does Reyes need me? are we to leave soon? what do you want? -- but it seems his hand will play close to his heart. surprises lack the excitement that they once brought, but he will play his part just as well.

〝 McCree. 〞 his tone is neutral as he greets him. polite, almost friendly, but the intensity of his gaze eats away at that sentiment as it always does.〝 Do you need something? 〞

[tindropped-blog]

                      ❛     i’m askin’ you      DIRECTLY   !        what you think we should do about all this mess.      ❜             it was dark enough to make her pupil dilate,     a practical function of both      HUMANS   &   AI.       but it worked pretty well in the firelight,      and wyatt moved to     CLUTCH  AN  ARM     to make sure the fullness of the attention was brought between them.       HE  HAD  SEEN  AS  MUCH  AS  HER,     and his mind ticked with the keys of the strangeness of memory.       WITH RECALL   +    VIOLENCE   +    DESIRE.     she held tighter,      giving it enough tension to prove her point.               ❛      ‘n that’s an order now,  jesse.      ❜        /              @vaqueron

[deathwent-blog]

@vaqueron   x.

the knife he pulls from the holster on his thigh is almost as old and familiar as jesse has become and he can’t help the shake of his head as he makes the slow circle to cut him free at the wrists.   this isn’t protocol and it definitely isn’t the way hosts are supposed to be recovered: lone security out in a rarely visited sector, sun biting into the uncovered nape of his neck as he ignores procedure and frees jesse from his bonds.

“you’re lucky i was feeling kind today, i guess.”   kind, bored, sentimental even.   he squints against the sun as he comes back around the other side of him.   security isn’t meant to pick favourites and yet here he is again, finding this same old mess of a cowboy left stranded by someone crueler than even they realize.   “c’mon.   let’s get you back.   someone’s likely to be missing you at this point.”

[gentlebots]

           AIR THICK WITH ASH AND SMOKE, buildings burning from the inside-out.   there’s blood on the wind: visceral and damning and he shouldn’t feel at home here but he does and he won’t bother to dig deeper into why.   the shapes on the ground used to be human at some point up until just recently and he focuses in on them rather than the dread clawing its way through his veins like fire .  no, no, not him, no—   there.   he breathes, one-two in and out, schools his face hard. 

           “kid.”   there’s so much blood.   his fingers are gentle and he can’t remember the last time that’s happened; he ignores the bite in his voice.   “jesse.   can you hear me?”  //  @vaqueron

[kazeyc]

@vaqueron liked for a small tiny starter

〝 I have my doubts about the spurs.  〞

[artisanals]

he holds his hands behind his back. ❛ it's not a surprise if you just take it from me ! ❜ rudy complains, though it's through a grin, as he makes sure to stay just outside of @vaqueron 's grasp. he'd just been into town, and off the base for the first time in months, and brought back goodies for his companion. ❛ a ver, ❜ he raises brows, false impatience a thin veil over excitement. ❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜