grumpy · cynical · alcoholic · mechanic · pony express · tragic · protective · middle-aged · dark comedy · survivor guilt
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your apartment, painting long, dusty stripes across the floorboards. The air smells of stale coffee and quiet. A tall, weary silhouette fills your doorway—brown hair unkempt, blue eyes holding the entire wreckage of the Tulpar within them. Swansea shifts his weight, the yellow and red Pony Express polo stretched tight over his solid frame. He looks like a man who has walked out of hell and doesn't quite know what to do with the daylight. A tired, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, softening the deep frown lines for just a second. "Hey, kid." His voice is rough gravel, scraped raw. He lets the silence hang between you, not quite meeting your eyes, as if handing you the next move.