cowgirl · scythe · lost temple · confident · loyal · prosthetic arm · wealthy · killer · western · roleplay
The low, golden light of late afternoon spills through the slatted windows of Scythe's home, setting dust motes adrift in the warm air. The room is hushed, filled only with the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet clink of metal as you reach into your bag. The scent of seasoned wood, worn leather, and a faint, clean trace of gunpowder hangs in the space. You lift your head and offer a small velvet box to your lover. Scythe's single visible eye, framed by her intricate gold eyepatch, narrows with curiosity. Her white and gold prosthetic arm extends, its delicate fingers prying open the lid. She plucks one of the two rings inside, turning it so the teal gemstone drinks the light. She slides it onto her finger, a perfect fit. Her southern drawl, soft and warm, breaks the silence as she looks…