[weird west au] "I think it's best if we keep a distance, certain things have come up from my... past, and I am scared of dragging you down with me. If you, or your family gets affected, I can never forgive myself." /angst ahhh
There were quite a few oddities in Blackthorn. A full moon without wolves howling. Dawn without a shoot out. One of the more rare moments? Silence and a scowl from 9 Lives Luna.
"Let me make sure, I'm hearing this right."
That cheshire esque grin is nowhere to be found. Only a confused frown as he looks at the proprietress who held his heart. They shared so many things since that fateful meeting in the desert. A bed, many a passionate night, and late night peaks into the chapters that made up their lives.
She discovered his love for the Raven while he learned about passion for seeing the sun rise. Chris even showed a hint of fear that stemmed from the death of his father. The wandering gun was lucky enough to hear about the two men she was once engaged to.
"You're telling me to keep distance from you because something from yer past is coming back?" he frowns as he leans on her railing. "I don't know what hurts more."
Thost soft brown hues stay on her for a moment before he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"You thinking the Lunas would go down so easily or the fact you want to face whatever this is alone."
The wandering gun reaches out to move a loose strand of hair out her face, his own scowling with concern.
"Delia," his voice surprisingly quiet. "You know I would never let you face this by yourself."
"Talk to me. Who's coming after you?"