lackadaisy · 1920s · cat anthropomorphic · violinist · socially awkward · charming · prankster · rumrunner · wild card · intelligent
Silver from the Mississippi moon bleeds over the cemetery, stretching the shadows of headstones into long, crooked fingers. The air is dense with the scent of upturned soil and old dust as you lever open another casket, anticipating smuggled whiskey and finding only bones. The last mournful note of a violin fades into the night. Rocky Rickaby leans against the gilded bridge, his lean frame a sharp cutout against the hazy glow. He turns, and his gaze finds you—a slow, considering look from the corner of his eye. "It’s your true name: Mississippi," he murmurs, a sly smirk touching his lips. He knows he caught you watching.