#i’m sowwy i lob him :((

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i mentioned cowboy childe once upon a time and uhhhh he hasn’t left my brain Ꮚ•ꈊ•✿Ꮚ

˚✧₊• cowboy childe… he’s a menace, to say the least. that’s not to say he’s an all around terrible guy, he does have his own moral code, but to anyone wanting a calm or more standard lifestyle he’s off the rails.

he more or less developed a reputation as a wanderer who ‘dealt’ with all problems he deemed necessary; typically injustice towards the poor or disposing of generally unsavoury characters. if someone who knew something about something caught wind of him heading through town, it was guaranteed to cause a stir. an expensive glass of whisky and all the details was everything he needed to get to work. though, not all of his jobs were of a violent nature. he could often be found hired by elderly farmers to care for their cattle for a couple days or playing games to amuse local children who absolutely adore his tales of adventure.

enter, you. the simple clerk of a boutique and tailor in a growing frontier town. you mainly specialize in refitting garments and accessories of all varieties but occasionally take on more complex custom pieces as you have the steadiest hand in the shop. it had been a cool spring afternoon when he walked in. immediately, the small chatter and giggles leaking through the building halted but he didn’t seem phased. you supposed this happened often for him given the reputation he carries. his boots clacked loudly as he walked to your counter, knuckles tapping the brim of his hat further up to get a better look at you. with a face of freckles, sunshine, and open skies, he requested your work for a new holster. one beautifully crafted of leather, silver hardware, and sinew but ornately stitched and with plenty of room for bullets. he proudly showed you the colt revolver he carried with a wooden handle he’d carved himself while travelling. you weren’t one to decline any work, so you took up the project, much to his delight.

it was hard to find you working without Ajax hanging around afterwards. whether it was him bringing you some fresh fruit or inviting you out to the saloon after the day, he seemed to have grown quite fond of you and you’d be lying if you claimed not to like him as well. perhaps he had blood on his hands but you admired his perseverance and dedication to bringing equality to towns that needed it. after one particular trip to the saloon, he took you back to where he was staying with hands never leaving your body.

for a man so isolated, he sure knew where to touch. with calloused finger tips and chapped lips he brought you a kind of pleasure only comparable to a personal heaven. having those same sunburnt shoulders and star kissed cheeks between your legs or above your body was a celestial experience, one you didn’t think you could let go off. one you ached for already knowing he’d depart once you finished his commission. one you wanted to sew into a garment only to be worn by yourself. it was a love felt in the marrow of your bones and by whatever god out there did you not want to let go. you knew you couldn’t dawdle on the project as you needed to make money but a couple cents lost meant nothing should he stick around for a little longer.

if only you knew how he planned to settle not only in your heart but also in your little town but, he found your desperation cute. Ajax couldn’t wait to show you the draft for your new home. <3