#outdraws

the way this came to mind immediately

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@outdraws​ said:    the mystery of a man tucks his head quietly, almost acknowledging the tombstone with the name of his old colleague. gerard. ‘ just here to see someone ‘ 

        YOU’VE   BEEN   HERE   BEFORE.   IN   A   DREAM,   IN   ANOTHER   LIFE.   .   .    She shifts, the woman you used to be, presses palms to the glass in your mind, and she pushes.  🇫‌🇪‌🇪‌🇱‌ 🇸‌🇴‌🇲‌🇪‌🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌.   She wails, and she sobs.   🇾‌🇴‌🇺‌ 🇩‌🇮‌🇩‌ 🇹‌🇭‌🇮‌🇸‌.    She cries.   You can feel her squeezing at your lungs but it’s not enough, it never is. His name reads like an old ghost, every etched letter like another knot in the noose you call a necklace. You know you’re supposed to feel something, you almost want to.

DISTRACTED, you hadn’t heard him approach, though your eyes graze the old worn texture of his shawl, across the knicks in his armor-     He could shoot you, it would be easy, you’re unarmed, yet you don’t feel the press of revolver or the intent to harm in the way he moves. . . .

                                                         Just here to see someone.

      Your trust in his words reads plain when you dare to take your eyes off him, that unnatural yellow, vacant gaze of yours grazing back over the name on that headstone again.    Someone. . . Was he someone to the bounty hunter? The memories are fuzzy, like trying to see through T.V static.          ‘     A familiar smile, the charm in the way he spoke, he jokes with another figure, introducing you, black armor and a wide brimmed hat--     ’

A pressure rises in your chest, she’s pushing again.    🇷‌🇪‌🇲‌🇪‌🇲‌🇧‌🇪‌🇷‌.    Your brows furrow ever so slightly, the twinge of something stirring that never makes it past the first draft.

                       " . . . I’m sure he would appreciate it. "   

    God the words hang heavy, a catasrophe of questions lingering on your tongue. But can you even stomach the answers?

                                                            13 .   one of your favorite 80′s songs  .

i am admittedly not a huge fan of much 80′s music as a whole  ,  but over the last few years i found myself greatly regretting that i did not really listen through prince’s work until after he passed away  .  picking a favorite from all that is really difficult  ,  but i think  when doves cry  is the definition of a bop  .

                                                  23 .   a song you think everybody should listen to  . 

UH i don’t know if this means every single person in the whole world or every person that might see this in my general range of influence lol  ,  so i’ll go with the latter  &&  say all of you should take the time to at least listen to the first two minutes of  ghost love score by nightwish  no matter what your first impression of the music is because i’d be lying if i said i was fully convinced their current main vocalist isn’t an actual angel  .

                                                            steals ma hat back while u arent looking

                      ¨  goodness        !!  a ruffian  &&  a scoundrel  .  i suppose it is                       a good thing you are  𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮  enough to get away with it  .   ¨ 

THEY FOUND THEMSELVES IN A GOOD OLD fashioned shootout with a rival gang, a shootout that they shouldn’t have survived, a shootout where the odds were inadvertently stacked against them. Yet here they stood, alive and victorious. The two lone survivors among the bodies that laid abandoned by their enemy.They were alive. They did it, they had won. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest, her breathing is fast and heavy as if there isn’t enough air in the world to fill her lungs. In the aftermath, the adrenaline has not yet subsided and as a result she feels pure electricity coursing though her veins, emanating in a warm heat that is quickly becoming unbearable. And yet she does not move, does not flinch from her spot. She is cemented in place by the gravity of the situation as an overwhelming exhaustion begins to creep in, a sharp contrast to the energy she felt only a few minutes before when they were in imminent danger.