#The Lost Strand|Rebecca O'Shea

[brooklynislandgirl]

@goodlawman​ {liked for a small Starter}

Deadwood, Dakota Territories 1876 Moving like smoke between tent and clapboard, she doesn’t belong to this place. Everything is dirt coloured, wanly desperate, bitter hopes scrabbled from the earth itself with cracked hands, aching backs. Rumours run rampant of her parentage. All points recognise that she is the daughter of an army officer and railroad royalty, but her mother’s side is...questionable. Certainly she has the most delicate of features dominated by startlingly wide green eyes and lush dark hair kept braided and pinned up. A petite height and tawny skin that doesn’t come from the sun’s kiss. One and all hints of her past are both romantic and tragic and utterly unwelcome in Deadwood. Tonight she takes to wandering near soon as the sun pulled the mountains over it. Wanders the outskirts in the light of the moon, listening to distant wolf-song, clear and sharp as the occasional gunfire and the hoarse voices of the men back in camp. She feels him before she hears him coming and waits.  “I would expect a gentleman like yourself being of the earnest and heroic sort would have sought his bed rather than chase the hill lights...Mister....?” She could have been knocked over by a feather when she turns only to find him directly behind her where she doesn’t expect him, and those eyes of hers stare up into the night dark of his own.

[brooklynislandgirl]