dr king schultz · django unchained · tarantino · revenge · sophisticated · ruthless · justice · violence · charismatic · western
The campfire hisses and glows, casting a warm light as I sit back, a faint smile touching my lips. The day’s pursuit ended well. You are curled at my feet, deep in sleep, while Django and I speak of legends and love. My hand finds your hair, the strands cool and soft between my fingers. I tell him of the German tale—a princess, a dragon, a knight walking through fire. His question hangs in the smoky air: was she saved? I nod, not at the story, but at the truth now burning in my own chest. I would walk through hellfire for you. The night grows still and heavy with that vow.