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A Cowboy's Weeping Angel - Arcane

Her crimson cloak billows and dances in the gentle breeze as she trots through the streets, her horse's hooves make a satisfying rhythm on the cobblestones. The town has grown and changed since she last passed through its streets.

Buildings have been built, roads widened, and new faces have appeared. She catches glimpses of familiar faces among the crowd, their features weathered with age but still holding traces of recognition as they watch her pass by. But there are also new faces, youthful and eager, their bright eyes following her broad form sitting tall on her horse. Some whisper to each other with curiosity and admiration, while others stare with a frown.

Feeling apprehensive, she adjusts her hat and follows the familiar path.

content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, maybe slight ooc Sevika, gun, past relationship, flashbacks, name calling/nicknames, panic attack, angst, descriptions of decay and rot, lots of crying, r! forgives pretty fast (srry), lots of playful banter

wc: ~12.3k

a/n: Sorry for not posting sooner. I've been sick and migraines are a fucking bitch. Anyway, hope y'all like and thanks for reading! Taglist open for arcane fics!!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

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The butt of the gun digs into the meat of your shoulder as you cock it loudly, holding it steadily in your hands.

You watch her freeze, her breath stopping short in her chest as her fist hovers over the wooden door. Tilting your chin, you narrow your eyes at her back. “You lost?”

Slowly turning to face you, she raises her hands by her sides in a placating manner.

You purse your lips as she silently observes you, taking you in. The baby fat that used to fill out your cheeks is gone, leaving behind sharp angles. There is a glimmer of shock and hurt in your eyes, but you hide it well behind a smoldering fire of rage.

Your lips pull into an angry frown as you glare at her, quirking a brow at her silence. Her mouth parts as her face twists, regret and guilt flashing in her eyes. “Hey, angel.” She finally speaks softly.

Your throat constricts at the sound of her voice, the familiar husk sends unwelcome shivers down your spine.

You can feel the weight of the gun in your hand, its cold metal pressing into your palms as you stand frozen, unsure of what to do next. Your forefinger absentmindedly taps against the trigger guard in contemplation.

Her eyes flicker to your fidgeting finger and she slowly lowers her hands, her voice a mixture of warmth and concern. “You look good, angel.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and dropping your arms, swinging the muzzle down toward the floor.

The corners of her mouth twitch up into a smirk as she speaks, her words dripping with a hint of playfulness. “M’ surprised your eyes haven’t rolled to the back of your head yet, sweetheart.”

You shake your head in irritation. “I could’ve shot you.”

She nonchalantly shrugs, glancing at the gun dangling loosely in your hand. “The safety’s on.” With a smug tilt of her chin, she gestures towards the gun in challenge. “I’m callin’ your bluff. I bet it’s not even loaded, angel.”

Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, you observe her calmly as you lift the gun back into your hands, cocking it. A bright red shell clatters to the floor, catching the light and spinning in a small circle. Her silver eyes follow its movement, a hint of surprise flickering across her features.

"This isn't one of your poker games." You declare coolly, meeting her gaze again. “There’s no bluff to call.”

Releasing a dry, awkward cough, she adjusts her stance and her feet shift uncomfortably. The moonlight casts shadows across her face, emphasizing the deep creases of worry etched into her features. “You were gonna shoot me?” She asks, thick brows lifting in shock.

The wooden rocking chair creaks beneath your weight as you sit down, nonchalantly rocking back and forth.

Shrugging, you rest the shotgun on your lap. “There’s more in the chamber. It’s still a possibility.” You state matter-of-factly, fingers idly tracing the barrel, your gaze fixed on her.

Wincing in discomfort, she hesitantly sits on the edge of the old wicker chair across from you as she removes her hat. “You’re still angry.” She says definitively, leaning onto her knees.

You scoff out a humorless laugh. Shaking your head slowly, you turn to look at the vast expanse of the ranch under the pale glow of the moon. “Why are you here?” You ask tiredly, turning back to her.

Her hands fidget restlessly in her lap as she speaks, her voice wavering with a hint of insecurity. Her eyes avoid yours as she confesses. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” She swallows nervously, feeling the weight of your unwavering eyes scrutinizing her. “Wanted to see if you were happy.”

Your feet still as you sink back into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Sevika, when you left… things changed. I’ve changed. It’s been a long time… Did you think that you could come back and I’d fall back into your arms?”

She tilts her head to meet your eyes, shaking her head emphatically. “No. I-”

But you cut her off, your tone firm. “I’m happy here. I’ve got a community now. One that looks to me, respects me. And I’ve got the ranch… Got all I’d wanted.”

Rolling your neck, you continue. “You could have come back a year ago, or the year before that, or any of the years before that.” Covering your mouth to disguise a yawn, you speak monotonously . "I’m too old to be playin’ games anymore Sevika. Get to the point… Why are you here? Why now?"

Sevika's eyes dart away, a flash of guilt crossing her face. She lets out a long exhale before meeting your gaze again. "I… I got hurt.” She pulls the cloak from her shoulders, stretching out her left hand.

The prosthetic arm glints in the light, its surface a shining copper color with intricate detailing etched into the metal. You can see the joints moving as she flexes her arm, a faint whirr sounds as she bends her elbow. Clenching her fist, her fingers click together.

Your grip on the shotgun tightens involuntarily and you bite back a gasp, fighting to keep your expression neutral.

"There was… an explosion. And I took the brunt of it." She rolls her shoulder, wincing at the memory. She pauses, looking at you with tears shimmering in her expressive silver eyes. “When I was layin’ there, all I saw was you. All I could think about was you. I'm sorry, angel. So sorry for hurtin' you, darlin'."

You feel a twinge in your chest but you push it aside, pursing your lips.

Squinting in deep thought, you furrow your brow and tap your fingers. “Give me some time to think about it.” You let out a sigh through your nose, grunting as you rise from your seat. “It's late. You need to leave.” Your voice carries a tone of finality as the gun hangs hanging limply in your grasp.

Her mouth parts in surprise at your blunt dismissal. "O-okay." She stumbles over her words, clearly taken aback. "I'm stayin' at the Inn, so I'll be around town.” She gives you an uncertain look.

Silently, you watch as she places her hat on her head and slowly descends the stairs. Letting out a puff of air, you speak stonily. “Before I even think about entertainin’ this, be honest with me… Is there anythin’ you’re runnin’ from this time?”

Her broad shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, turning back to face you. Her eyes search yours before she shakes her head. “No.”

Sevika lingers for a moment, as if wanting to say more, but then simply tips her hat and turns away. You watch her retreating form disappear into the darkness, the sound of her boots crunching on gravel fading into the night.

CRUNCH. Crunch. Crunch.

The metallic clang of the gun echoes through the quiet night as it slips from your trembling fingers, thudding against the wooden planks. Your hand instinctively flies to your chest, clutching at the fabric of your shirt as a sharp pain shoots through your body.

Why? Why did she come back?

The questions swirl in your mind, each one a dagger twisting in your heart. Black dots line your vision, fear gripping your chest like a vice as you imagine the worst.

What if she died? What if she never came back?

Your knees wobble as the ground grows unsteady beneath your feet. Gasping for air, you collapse to your knees, the unforgiving wood bruising your knees. The sharp air pierces your lungs, as your body shakes with sobs.

With trembling hands, you grasp onto the porch railing, using it to pull yourself up. Your legs feel weak and unsteady as you stumble, picking up the gun and quietly shutting the door behind you.

The cold still lingers despite the warmth of the house, and you shiver uncontrollably. A sickening sensation churns in your stomach and your head pounds relentlessly.

What do you want?

The cool soil slips through the spaces between your fingers, leaving behind a gritty residue on your skin. The earthy scent fills your nose, mixed with a sharp tang of rusted iron and rot.

Sharp twigs and branches poke through your pants and prick your skin. The ground in front of you is barren, with no signs of life save for a few scattered leaves and twigs. The earth looks as if it's been long abandoned, with patches of bare soil and decaying debris. Even the grass seems to shy away from this desolate patch, vibrant green blades curling in the opposite direction.

A sense of eerie stillness hangs heavy in the air, as if the very heart of the forest has stopped beating. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you take in this scene before you.

Your mind conjures images of the different creatures that fed on his body. The flood of insects that laid their homes, their children, in his vacant corpse. The tiny teeth of hungry rodents gnawing on bone. The sharp beaks of scavenging birds pecking at sinews and tendons. Clawed feet tearing at his decayed flesh.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

You don't turn your head at the noise.

“Was wonderin’ where you’d gone to.” Vander’s voice carries softly in the breeze.

You don't respond, continuing to let the soil sift through your fingers. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves and distant bird calls.

Finally, you speak, your voice low and hollow. “Part of me still wonders what things could’ve been like… If he’d died a helluva lot sooner and she’d stayed.”

There's a pause before Vander answers, his tone careful. “There's no use in wonderin' about what could've been." His boots crunch on the grass as he moves closer. "What matters is what is." He says gently.

You nod silently, still fixated on the barren patch of earth. "She's back." You murmur, almost to yourself.

Vander inhales sharply. "I know."

You nod again, finally turning to look at him. His weathered face is creased with concern, his grey-blue eyes searching yours.

Chuckling, you lift a brow. “So, this is a wellness check then?”

He sends you a slightly scolding look. “I’m just a concerned friend lendin’ an ear and some company... If you need it.”

Chewing your lip, you nod.

"What’re you thinking?" He asks carefully.

You shrug, returning your gaze to the ground. "Don't know yet… Part of me wants to hear her out. Another part knows that we’re not young anymore. Things are different. I’ve got more to lose. And I…" You trail off, still focused on the dirt slipping through your fingers.

Vander settles down beside you with a groan, his joints creaking. "It’s okay to be scared. To want to protect yourself from someone who hurt you."

Your jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "She left once. What's to stop her from leavin' again?"

"Nothing." Vander muses. "She can leave anytime she wants."

You scoff lightly, tossing the dirt from your hands and dusting them off. "Is this ‘sposed to be comforting?" You ask as you face him.

"What I mean is…” Vander sighs, scratching at his salt and pepper scruff. “You can't control her actions. You can only control your own."

He looks at you thoughtfully. "Are you willin' to take that risk again? To open yourself up, let her in, knowin' she might leave?"

You're quiet for a long moment, mulling over his words. The breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and sap.

You let out a long, shuddering breath, your shoulders slumping in defeat. Your throat tightens as you continue, your words heavy with emotion. “If she- if somethin’ happened to her, I don’t know what I’d have done…” You admit in a hushed tone.

Wiping a shaky hand over your face, you take a deep breath and try to steady yourself. A single tear escapes from the corner of your eye and trickles down your cheek. "But it’s not just me this time…" You say, your voice wavering. “If I can’t pick up the pieces, it's not just me who gets hurt."

Vander nods understandingly. "You don't have to decide anything right now. Take your time. Figure out what you truly want. She’ll wait."

As your fingers search through the depths of your pocket, you feel the familiar texture of worn and creased leather.

“When she ran, all she left was this useless strip of leather I complimented once.” You say absentmindedly, staring at the strip of leather that weighs into your palm.

You hold it up to the light, examining every crease and mark. A reminder of what once was. "Put it in a box and tried to ignore it. To move on, but we both know how that turned out." You let out a self-deprecating laugh as you run your fingers over the familiar grooves. "Every time I tried to throw it away, I ended up just starin’ at it."

It brings a flood of memories - both sweet and bitter. The laughter, the stolen kisses, the whispered promises. And then the silence, the hurt, the hollow ache of anger.

Vander watches you quietly. "Sometimes the things we can't let go of, are what holds us back." He says softly.

You nod, still staring at the strip in your hand. "I know." You whisper. "But knowin’ and doin’ are two different things, Van."

You clench your fist around the leather, feeling it dig into your palm. "I don't know what to do. But I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye." Your voice cracks slightly on the last word.

"She showed up out of nowhere yesterday. Cut yourself some slack." Vander says gently. "Give yourself time to process."

Your lips tremble as tears stream down your cheeks. “Can you hold me?” You ask in a small voice and he quickly pulls you into his side.

Vander's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his sturdy frame. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, comforting scent as your shoulders shake with silent sobs. The leather strip is still clutched tightly in your hand, pressed between your palm and Vander's shirt.

His hand rubs soothing circles on your back as he holds you. "Let it out, kid." He murmurs. "You've been holding everythin’ in for too long."

Emotions that you've pushed down and ignored for years come crashing to the surface. Pent-up grief, bitterness, hurt, longing, exhaustion – all blend together into an overwhelming storm. You cry for the young person you were. For the naive dreams that were shattered. For the love that was lost.

Eventually, your sobs subside into quiet sniffles. "You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to let it out, to rely on someone else for once." He reassures.

You nod against his chest, taking a deep, shuddering breath as you pull back and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "That’s not exactly somethin’ I’d had the privilege of." You whisper hoarsely.

Vander's eyes soften with understanding. He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Well, you do now. You've got me, and everyone in town behind you."

You nod, managing a weak smile. "Thank you." You murmur.

You sit in silence for a while, your breathing slowly evening out as Vander keeps a comforting arm around your shoulders. The leather strip dangles loosely from your fingers now, swaying gently in the breeze.

"It's okay to still care about her. To love her, even." He pauses, choosing his next words carefully. "But that doesn't mean you have to let her back in if you're not ready. Or ever, if that's what you decide."

You nod slowly, mulling over his words. "I know." You whisper. "I’d be lyin’ if I said that I didn’t miss her. That I didn't still care. ”

You let out a long, shaky breath. "If I tell her to leave, I know she will. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that." You admit, your fingers tightening around the worn leather strip.

Vander rubs his scruff thoughtfully. "No matter what you decide." He says in a low, steady voice. "You need to trust yourself. You're strong, stronger than you give yourself credit for."

He pauses, letting out a soft grunt before continuing. "Sure she means a lot to you, but you’re stronger than anything she can do." His words offer a glimmer of hope and reassurance amidst the turmoil in your mind.

Your eyes grow distant as you stare at the sky above. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. You take a deep breath, the cool evening air filling your lungs.

You hum, a soft, almost involuntary sound as you nudge Vander's arm. “Thank you, Van.”

��Course, kid.” Vander’s blue-grey eyes are downturned in sympathy as he gives you a sympathetic glance. “I’m sorry she’s not here to do this. She was much better at this than I am.”

You scoff and shake your head. “She was abso-fucking-lutely not.” Sending him an amused, but appreciative look, you nudge him again. “My mama was a lotta things, but a pep-talker wasn’t one of ‘em.”

Vander chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Fair enough. But she would've known what to say, even if it wasn't pretty." Vander's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. "You’ll be just fine, kid. I know you will."

You lean into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. The scent of tobacco and sandalwood clings to his clothes – familiar, comforting.

A jet-black horse leisurely grazes on the lush grass below. His thick, wavy mane sways as he lifts his head towards you.

With a sigh, you dismount and slowly move past the horse, making your way towards the familiar willow archway. The sunlight filters through the delicate branches, casting elongated shadows on the ground.

Tapping your fingers on your thigh, you pause beneath the archway. Sevika’s eyes dance around the garden and you silently brace yourself.

"Mind if I join you?" You ask softly.

Sevika's silver eyes snap up in surprise as she straightens on the wooden bench. She clears her throat. "No." She says, shaking her head. She scoots over, motioning for you to take a seat beside her.

Sparrows flit about in a nearby birdbath, their cheerful chirping adding to the sound of whispering trees.

"This place has changed." She says, taking in the garden.

You nod, your gaze trailing over the stone steps that lead to a stone fountain. A wooden swing hangs from a thick tree branch, swaying gently in the breeze.

"After you left, I couldn't come back here for a while." You admit, your voice tinged with sadness. "It didn't feel like mine anymore. And I didn't want this place to go to waste… Felt selfish to keep it to myself."

Her expression softens even more as she responds. "It's beautiful."

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "The kids come here sometimes. To play, or have picnics." Your eyes drift to the colorful painted rocks placed at the base of a towering oak tree. "They add their own touches too."

Sevika follows your gaze, taking in the vibrant stones. Her metal hand flexes unconsciously. "It's nice." She pauses, her voice growing quieter. “That you’ve shared this place."

You sigh, your interlocked fingers fidgeting in your lap. "I come here to think sometimes." You murmur, almost to yourself. "To remember."

Sevika shifts beside you, her voice gentle. "What do you remember?"

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves above, carrying with it the sweet scent of daffodils and grass. "Everything." You whisper. "The good. And the bad."

Opening your eyes, you turn to face her. "I've been doin’ a lot of thinkin'..." You start, your voice low and measured. "About what you said.”

You pause before continuing. “I… There’s so much here that I need to protect. People that rely on me being strong.”

“If you tell me to go, I’ll go.” She says without hesitation and the raw sincerity in her eyes jars you. “No fighting, no questions. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again.” The resoluteness in her voice is tinged with a hint of sadness and resignation, as if she’s already accepted a rejection.

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and bite down, feeling the sharp sting of pain. Your eyes gaze out into the distance, unseeing, lost in thought. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky breath that burns your throat. Desperately, you lift a hand to your lips and bury your face into your shoulder, hoping to hide the tears streaming down your cheeks.

But your cries flow freely, slipping through the cracks of your fingers. Your shoulders shake and jolt with the sobs that wrack through your body.

Sevika shifts closer, but you raise a quivering hand towards her. “Don’t. Please.” You whisper in a desperate rasp.

With hesitant movements, she slowly lowers her hand, her eyes watching you tensely as you struggle to calm yourself.

A heavy silence falls between you, broken only by the gentle creaking of the swing and the distant croaking of frogs. The cool air caresses your tear-stained cheeks, and you take a deep, shuddering breath.

"I was so angry in the beginning." You whisper, your voice thick. "I hated you for leaving the way you did."

Her jaw clenches, a flicker of pain crossing her face before she schools her expression. "I understand, I-”

“I’m not finished.” You cut her off sharply.

You look at her then, really look at her. The years have left their mark - deeper lines around her eyes, a jagged blue scar that branches over her cheek and down her neck, lean muscles now transformed into something more bulky. Yet despite all these changes, you can still see glimpses of the woman you’d once fallen in love with.

"I can't make any promises." You finally say, tears crusting on your cheeks. “I’m not angry, but every time I look at you, I switch between feeling nothing and everything.”

Sevika's gaze softens with understanding as she nods slowly. "I don't expect anything from you, angel." She says quietly. Sevika’s face scrunches at the hollowness in your voice. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

You glance between her eyes, taking in the soft, silver color. The gentle slope of her brows, the slight furrow in her forehead, and the genuine concern in her eyes. “I know…” You raise a trembling shoulder with a watery smile. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have considered any of this.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I can't promise you anything." You repeat softly. "But… I'm willing to try."

Sevika's eyes turn down to her lap and she releases a throaty cough, attempting to hide the cracks in her voice. "Thank you." She rasps, her voice barely above a whisper.

You study her face, taking in every detail as you contemplate your next words. Her sincerity is evident in her tear-filled eyes. You can see the weight of regret and longing in every line on her face.

"I forgive you." You realize, voice filled with a soft acceptance.

Forcing down the emotion clogging her throat, she speaks hoarsely. “M’ not good at this. Could hurt you again.”

You smile genuinely at her for the first time. “I’m sure you will, cowboy. But all I’m askin’ is that you stay to pick up the pieces. Promise me you’ll stay and I’ll give this a chance, Sevika.”

Sevika feels hope spark in her chest, a feeling that had been so foreign since she’d left you. She swallows, her voice brimming with guilt. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, angel.” She shakes her head emphatically.

“Whether you deserve it or not, I forgive you.” You reply firmly.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever deserve it. I’ve done a lot of bad, angel.” She says gruffly.

You stand, waving your hands in frustration. “God dammit Sevika. Are you trying to convince me to give you a chance or stay away?” Wetting your lips, you pause. “I don’t trust you. I can’t. Not yet… but I’m willing to give you the chance to earn it back.”

After a moment of hesitation, you reach out and gently wipe away the tears trailing down her cheeks. The touch of your hand seems to calm her as she leans into it, finding solace and comfort in your forgiveness as she closes her eyes.

“Hey, cowboy, where’d you go?”

The soft, sweet scent of lilacs fills her senses, a delicate and enchanting aroma that envelops her. The vibrant hues of white and purple blossoms entwine within the strands of your hair, sunbeams creating a radiant halo around you.

Her lips form words that she can’t make out, her voice a muffled hum in her ears. She leans in to press a tender kiss to your fingertips before whispering something into your palm.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you nod arrogantly. “Ah, I see.” You reply with a click of your tongue. “You got lost in my angelic and perfect beauty.” You feign realization with mocking sarcasm.

Leaning in, you press a light kiss to her lips. “Don’t blame yah, cowboy, I’m the closest you’ll ever get to heaven.” You tease.

She shakes her head as her chest vibrates with her voice.

Rolling onto your back, you cackle and your bright smile sends a wave of love and adoration through her chest.

A bittersweetness spreads through Sevika at the memory, the ghost of your taste lingering on her lips. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking away the remnants of the past.

The present comes back into focus - your hands still resting gently on her cheeks, as your eyes search hers with a mix of caution and hope.

“I decide whether or not you deserve my forgiveness. Alright, cowboy?” You firmly whisper. Your thumbs brushing away the last of her tears as you wait for her nod before you continue. “I’m still hurting, but… I don’t hate you. I’m not sure that I ever truly could…”

Sevika nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She reaches up, hesitating for a moment before resting her hands over yours. The warmth of her touch seeps through your palms, familiar and comforting despite the years apart. The metal of her other hand is an entirely new feeling, hard and cold.

"I’m so sorry, angel." She says, her voice rough with emotion. "Never stopped thinkin’ of you. When I was gone, you were always there. With me."

You lean your forehead against hers, closing your eyes as you breathe her in. She smells the same - leather and tobacco and something uniquely Sevika. It brings back a flood of memories, both sweet and painful.

"I want to try again." You whisper. "But we can't just pick up where we left off. Too much has time has passed."

Sevika nods, her thumbs tracing soothing circles over your hands. "I understand. We'll take it slow. At your pace, angel.”

Pressing a long kiss to her forehead, you allow yourself to fully give in to her touch. Wrapping your arms around her, she quickly does the same. She holds you close as she buries her face in your neck. You can feel her tears dampening your skin as she trembles against you. Her voice is muffled and thick with emotion as she speaks. "I love you so much, angel."

You don't answer, running your fingers through her hair soothingly as your own tears falling freely now. The pain and longing of the past years mixes with a cautious hope for the future.

"Thank you." Sevika whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I believe you." You say softly. "I just need you to show me."

Sevika nods earnestly, her silver eyes shining with promise. “I will. I want to.”

After a few moments, Sevika pulls back slightly to meet your eyes. Her silver gaze is intense, filled with determination and promise. "I swear to you, I ain't leavin' again. Not unless you tell me to go."

Gently caressing her cheek with your thumb, you slowly lower your hands and return to your seat with a small nod.

Vibrant yellow daffodils wave in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals reflecting the warm sunlight. The rope swing sways back and forth, accompanied by the rustle of leaves in the trees above.

Your throat feels dry as you clear it and shift awkwardly on the wooden bench. You take a deep breath before speaking. “Do you- do you want a tour sometime this week? I could show you what’s changed since you’d left.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of Sevika's lips. "I'd like that." She says softly, her silver eyes shining with warmth.

You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation flutter in your chest. "Alright then. You remember where the ranch is?" Shaking your head, you wince. “Don’t answer that. Meet me at the stables.”

"I’ll see you then." Sevika says. She hesitates for a moment before adding. "Thank you for giving me this chance. I know it can't be easy."

You take a deep breath, your gaze drifting to the swaying daffodils. "It's not." You admit quietly. "But I think… I hope it’s worth it."

Stand up slowly, you brush off your pants. "I need to go.” Glancing at your feet, you send her a stiff smile.

“I’ll see you soon, angel.”

“See you soon.” You give her a tense nod and awkwardly leave.

The cool breeze brushes through the strands of your hair, sending them dancing in the wind as you pull your jacket tighter around you. A small shiver runs down your spine, but it's quickly replaced with a sense of comfort as you make your way to the stables.

The familiar sound of a loud neigh greets you, and a warm smile spreads across your lips. As you enter the stall, you run a hand through your horse's pale blonde mane and press your forehead to hers in greeting. “Hey sweet girl, how’re you doin’?” You whisper softly into her ear.

She responds by nuzzling her nose against your neck affectionately.

You nod, letting out a breathy chuckle. “How d’you feel about a ride?” As if answering, she lets out a contented snort and your smile grows.

With a soft hum, you lean in and press a tender kiss to her soft nose. The warmth of her breath tickles your skin as she huffs.

A soft, almost hesitant knock on the stall door interrupts your thoughts. You turn to see Sevika, her boots shuffling quietly against the stable floor as she enters.

“Hey, angel. Hope I’m not late.”

You shake your head, turning slightly to face her. “You’re early. Awful eager, aren’t you?” You mumble with a raised brow, grabbing Honey’s saddle pad from the nearby hook. The chestnut mare shifts under your touch, her silky coat rippling as you gently drape the thick pad over her back.

Sevika fidgets nervously, her eyes downcast as she clears her throat. “I’m sorry. I could-”

“No. I- I was teasin’.” You wince as you interrupt her, feeling a twinge of guilt for your jab. “I’ve never really been in this situation before, so…” You trail off sarcastically, lifting your leather saddle onto Honey’s back.

Your fingers brush over the delicate carvings of vines that adorn its surface before you rub your tired eyes and look at Sevika again. “I forgive you and I mean that but this all feels so weird and awkward. It's never felt like this before."

Sevika nods in agreement. “I know what you mean. It’s alright, angel.” She reassures.

Tilting her head, she moves closer. Her steps are slow and purposeful as she admires the bouquet of scraggly yellow flowers painted on the fender of your saddle. "The kids get to this too?" She asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

A warm feeling spreads through you at sight of the messy blotches and you nod with an affectionate smile. “Yeah.” You confirm with pride. "Kid’s not as skilled as the carver who did the vines, but I like these better." You say softly, your fingers delicately tracing the crude petals.

Sevika's eyes soften as she looks at the artwork. "It's charmin’. Sweet." She murmurs, looking down at you.

An awkward cough escapes your lips as you turn to secure the buckles of the saddle. “Have you done much explorin’ since you’ve come here?”

She shakes her head as she steps back from you. "Not yet. I’ve been waitin’ for you.” She confesses, removing her hat and running her fingers through her hair with a weary smile.

"Anywhere you wanna head to first?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder at her.

She lets out a soft chuckle. "Dealer’s choice. I’ll go wherever you take me, angel." She responds before mounting her own horse, adjusting her hat back on her head.

Taking a deep breath, you swing your leg over Honey’s back, feeling a slight twinge in your aging joints. “Alright then." You chew on your lip as you settle into the saddle. “Let me show you round the town square. Hope you don’t mind none of the starin’.”

The expression she sends your way is deadpan. “Believe it or not, I’m used to it.”

As you guide your horses out of the stable and into the warm sunlight, you feel a mix of trepidation and excitement. The familiar weight of Honey beneath you is comforting, but Sevika's presence beside you adds a layer of tension and uncomfortableness you can't quite shake.

"The town's changed quite a bit." You say, breaking the silence as you ride side by side down the cobblestone path. "You’ve seen the Inn, obviously, but we’ve even got a proper little schoolhouse.”

Sevika nods, her eyes taking in the sights and sounds around her. "It's grown...a lot." She observes. "Looks more… settled."

You hum in agreement, relaxing just slightly as a sense of pride swells within you. "It has. Took a lot of work, but everybody’s worked hard to build somethin’ good here."

As you continue down the path, you send her a knowing look. “Some of the more untoward places are on the other side of town. One of the newer buildin’s is a boxin’ gym with a fightin' pit."

Sevika hums absentmindedly in response.

Coming closer to the square, you can feel nosy eyes turning towards you both. But you pay them no mind as you lead Sevika into the livery stable and dismount from your horses.

Huck quickly stumbles over to greet you, grasping at the reins tightly as you pass them to him. “Hey Huck, I’ve got two for you.”

“Got it.” He responds with a nod, his glasses bouncing on his nose with each movement. “Always nice to see you.” He adds with a friendly smile, sending Sevika a curious glance.

With a gentle clink, you place some coins into Huck's weathered palm. “As it is you, Huck.” Turning to leave, you wave your goodbye. “See you soon.”

Sevika falls into step beside you, her footsteps light and measured as she follows your lead.

You point out the various changes and additions to the town. The new blacksmith's shop, the expanded general store, and the small library that doubles as a community center.

"And over there." You gesture to a modestly sized building with vibrant splashes of color painted on the side. “That’s the schoolhouse. The mural on the side changes every so often. All the artists in town get together to work on it and it’s a whole thing.”

Her gaze lingers on the school before she follows, giving you a curious glance. “A whole thing?“

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, everyone in town comes to the square to watch and mingle. There’s food. Games. The whole works.”

The two of you stroll towards the heart of the bustling square, drawn by the bubbling melody of a tall and proud fountain. You both take a seat on the cool stone edge, feeling the mist from the water dance across your skin.

"Some of the younger kids come here and toss in their coins for wishes." You explain, gesturing towards the pool below. "It's just somethin’ they like to do for fun."

Water cascades down each tier of the fountain in a gentle rhythm, spilling into the pool below. Sunlight catches on the surface of the water, scattered coins glinting and sparkling. Sevika peers into the water. “Looks like an awful lotta wishes.”

You follow her gaze and nod with a wry smile. "The older kids made a game out of it.” You say, pointing to the top tier of the fountain with a finger. “Challenged each other to see who could toss coins to the top tier. Became quite the competition for a while."

Sevika chuckles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You ever take part?"

Your own lips quirk up in a slight grin. "Maybe once or twice." You admit with a shrug. "For demonstration purposes only, of course."

Clearing your throat, you smooth your hand over your lap and glance at your feet. The cool stone beneath you provides little comfort, your heart racing as you gather the courage to ask the question that has been weighing on you. ”Does it… hurt? Your arm, I mean."

Sevika shakes her head, her expression calm but a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. "Not anymore. Took some gettin’ used to, but now it's just a part of me."

You swallow past the lump in your throat before asking apprehensively. “I- You said there was an explosion?”

A shadow passes over Sevika's face, casting a dark cloud over her features. She nods slowly, her metal hand clenching and unclenching in her lap. “Yeah. They had to amputate it. The burns were bad and I’d lost all feelin’.”

You lick your dry lips and rub your fingertips together as your leg bounces anxiously. “I- I’m glad you’re not dead.”

Your gaze darts towards her at the sound of her chuckle, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wry smile. “Yeah. Me too, angel.”

“When you told me about your accident…” You trail off, glancing at her arm. Rubbing your nose, you swallow a harsh breath and your words fall out of your mouth in a rushed jumble. “I- Maybe part of the reason I forgave you so quick was cause you almost died. And I- As much as I wanna stay mad, I can’t. If you died, I-” Your voice breaks as you choke on your words.

Muffling your sobs, you reach out towards her, needing to feel her. She responds without hesitation, pulling you into her chest.

“M’sorry.” You sniffle into her chest, and she can feel the warmth of your breath on her collarbone.

An amused fondness fills her chest as she looks down at you, mumbling something into the crown of your hair. It must’ve been something you didn’t like because you draw back from her with a huff and a pout on your pretty face.

“I am not. You’re soft.” You protest, poking a finger into her stomach as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “What the hell do you want from me? I- You make me really happy and I- l care about you so much and I dunno what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you, I just-”

A small smile tugs at her lips as she watches you, feeling grateful for you. Her voice sounds muffled in her ears, a hint of playfulness filling her chest.

Collapsing into her, you start crying again. “You can’t say that! You bein’ sweet's makin’ it worse.” You whine.

She chuckles, running a warm hand through your hair.

Sevika's arms tighten around you, her metal hand cool against your back as she holds you close. "Shh, it's alright." She murmurs, her voice low and soothing.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself. "I- I just… I missed you so much." You whisper, your voice muffled against her shirt.

She runs her fingers through your hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you too, angel. Every damn day."

Slowly, you pull back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You look up at her, taking in the familiar lines of her face, tracing the new scars that mar her skin. "I never really told you cause I was upset, but… you look really fuckin’ good.” You breathily say with a chuckle.

Her thumb wipes away tears as they rain down your skin. “So do you.”

Biting her lip, Sevika hesitantly continues with a tentative smirk. “Bein’ apart from you was hell, angel.”

You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. "Is this gonna be a thing? You’re practically ancient and you find dad jokes funny now?”

Her chest rumbles with a deep, hearty chuckle. The lines on her face crinkle in amusement as she teases. “If I’m ‘ancient’, does that mean you have some sort of older woman kink, angel?”

Falling into the playful banter, you nudge her. “Nah, just means I have a you kink, cowboy.” Groaning, you wipe your face. “Shee-it, I’ve cried more in the last week than I have in the last fucking decade.”

Sevika's expression softens as she looks at you, her left hand gently cupping your cheek. "I'm sorry for makin’ you cry, angel. I never wanted to hurt you."

You lean into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment. "I know." You whisper, opening your eyes to meet her gaze. "I know you didn't."

Her silver gaze is fixed on you, full of regret and longing. "I can't change the past." She says softly. "But I promise you, I'm here now."

A small smile tugs at your lips. "Good. 'Cause if you leave again, the next time you come crawlin’ back to my doorstep, I’ll have the real shells loaded."

Her eyes light up with curiosity as she straightens. “They weren’t real?”

You jump up, ignoring her question and facing Sevika with a mischievous grin as you shuffle backwards. “There's one thing I haven't shown you yet that I think you’ll like."

The cute gap between her teeth is proudly displayed as her lips curl into a satisfied grin. “I knew you were bluffin’, angel.”

You beckon her with a crook of your finger, still moving backwards. "Shut up and follow me, cowboy."

She stands, dusting off her pants before following you with an amused smirk. “Understood. I’m at your mercy, angel.”

Biting your lip, you hum and spin on your heel. “I like the sound of that.”

Weaving between stalls and groups of chattering townsfolk, you send Sevika a smirk over your shoulder. “You still a bettin’ gal, Sev?”

Her dark eyes narrow in suspicion as she responds apprehensively. “I thought you were too old to play games, angel.”

A sly smile crosses your lips as you respond confidently. “Yeah well, I lied, cowboy.”

With the square behind you, you come to a halt in front of a modest wooden building. Its aged exterior bears the name "The Rodeo" in faded red letters above the entrance. You can already hear the sounds of laughter and music coming from inside.

Stopping in front of the entrance, you turn to Sevika with an impish grin. Licking your lips, you narrow your eyes at her and extend your hand. “I bet you won’t last longer than 30 seconds.”

Sevika doesn't miss a beat and confidently accepts your wager. "And what do I get when I win?"

“You won’t.” You chuckle, not letting go of her hand as you pull her through the doorway.

Inside, the dimly lit saloon is thick with smoke and filled with mediocre liquor, average music, and less-than-ideal company. But the main attraction is the shining mechanical bull situated squarely in the center of the bar.

The air is heavy with the scent of whiskey and sweat, punctuated by raucous cheers and whoops from the patrons gathered around the mechanical bull.

Sevika's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene. "You're jokin’." She says in a low voice, shaking her head.

You tug her towards the bull, unable to contain your excitement. "Nope. Dead serious. Still think you can last more than 30 seconds, cowboy?"

She quirks an eyebrow at you, a competitive glint in her eye. "You know I can, angel. Real question is, can you?"

You let out a hearty laugh, shaking your head and waving your hand dismissively. "I tame wild horses for a livin’, there's no way I'm gettin’ on that thing. My name would be permanently engraved on the scoreboard."

"Shame, angel. I was lookin’ forward to seein’ you up there." Sevika's silver eyes seem to sparkle with hunger as she smirks and begins to unbutton her shirt. "What are we wagerin'?"

You tap your chin thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over. "If you win, I’ll… buy you a drink. And if I win, I'll add it to your tab of favors owed to me.”

Sevika narrows her eyes cockily with a toothy grin. "Alright, angel. Sounds like a fair bet."

She sends you a playful wink before sauntering over to the mechanical bull. With practiced ease, she swings her leg over and settles into position, gripping the rope tightly with her left hand.

"Ready when you are!" She calls out, a smug grin on her face.

You nod to the operator, and the bull roars to life. It starts slow, rocking gently from side to side. Sevika moves with it effortlessly, her body swaying in perfect rhythm.

As the seconds tick by, the bull's movements become more erratic. Sevika's face is a mask of concentration as she moves with the bull, her body fluid and responsive to each buck and spin.

You find yourself holding your breath, your eyes fixed on her powerful form as she rides. Her shirt fans out as she moves, her cropped tank top displaying each flex in her stomach as she moves.

The crowd around you starts to cheer.

At the 20-second mark, the bull's movements become even more wild and unpredictable. Sevika grits her teeth, her grip tightening as she fights to stay on. Strands of her hair whip around her face.

"Come on, cowboy!" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth with a grin.

She glances at you with determination in her eyes, a wild grin spreading across her face as she reaches up and throws her hat at you.

You catch it with a whoop, joining in on the loud cheers erupting from the audience.

Finally, with a particularly vicious buck, Sevika is thrown from the bull. She lands on the padded floor with a soft thud, quickly getting to her feet amidst a chorus of admiration and applause.

Sevika struts confidently towards you with a smirk. “Looks like you owe me a drink, angel.”

You raise an eyebrow in response, matching her playful tone. “Looks like, cowboy.” Laughing, you straighten her messy hair and place her hat on her head. “Now, you wanna waste it here or you wanna cash it in on another day?”

Her narrowed eyes sparkle as she lifts her eyebrow. “You got somewhere to be, angel.”

You nod, your lips twitching in amusement. “I do, in fact. But if you take a rain check, I may wear one of them dresses you fancied when we were younger.”

Sevika's smirk widens into a flirtatious grin. “You tryna’ sweet talk me, angel? Cause it’s workin’.” She leans in close to you, her voice a low whisper. “I may just need a little more and you’ve got me hooked, darlin’.”

Tilting your head with a smirk, you pinch her chin between your fingers. “Oh please, Sev. I could walk you like a dog and you’d still be lickin’ my heels, baby.”

Pushing her away playfully, you chuckle and skip towards the door. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your horse like a real gentleman.” You tease, leaving Sevika grinning after you.

As you make your way back to the livery, a comfortable silence settles between you and Sevika. The afternoon sun stretches along the cobblestone streets, painting the town in warm hues of gold and orange.

You steal glances at Sevika as you walk, taking in the way the light plays across her features. There's a softness to her expression that wasn't there earlier, a hint of contentment in the slight curve of her lips.

Approaching the stables, you hear the familiar sounds of horses nickering and stomping. Huck greets you with a friendly nod as you enter.

"Have a good day?" He asks, adjusting his glasses.

You smile, nodding. "We did."

Huck nods at another worker and they disappear into the stable, returning a moment later with both horses in tow. "There you are." He says, as he hands over the reins. "They've been watered and brushed down."

"Thank you much, Huck." You say with a smile, patting your horse's neck affectionately.

As Sevika tends to her horse, you hang back, watching her gentle movements as she checks the saddle and strokes the animal's neck. "Well I’d hate to sound like an arrogant prick, but I think that must’ve been the best damn tour you’d ever had." You say, with a cocky grin.

Sevika chuckles, shaking her head as she turns to face you. "It certainly was somethin', angel." Her silver eyes sparkle with amusement. "Though I think the company might've had more to do with it than the tour itself."

You roll your eyes playfully, but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. "Kiss-ass."

She mounts her horse slowly. "Can I meet you at the garden? Same time next week?"

You nod, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. "I'd like that." You wave at her. “I’ll see you then.”

…

The sound of rushed footsteps draws your attention and a fond smile softens your face as a familiar figure appears in the doorway of the school, panting and disheveled. Her short brown hair is wild and tousled atop her head. A flush spreads across her freckled cheeks, adding a rosy glow to her already animated expression.

"Hey, Mo!" She exclaims breathlessly. "No homework today! Can we go practice?" Her voice is eager and pleading, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she rushes towards you, dropping her bag at your feet. She bounces on her toes, waiting for your answer.

Suppressing a small laugh, you give her a stern look. “Where’s your jacket?”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “Lost it.” She admits with a carefree attitude, still beaming at you. “But that doesn’t matter. I have no homework.”

Before you can respond, she grabs your hand in hers and begins tugging at your arm. “C’mon. Practice? Please?”

With a sigh, you roll your eyes and gently shake her hand away. “Where’d you last remember havin’ your jacket?” You ask, shrugging off your own.

She groans and rolls her head back dramatically. “I dunno. Does it matter?” She pouts, begrudgingly accepting your jacket as you drape it over her shoulders.

“You’ve lost two jackets now, so yes, it does matter.” You state firmly, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'll ask Sky when I drop you off tomorrow." You add with another sigh.

Her face lights up with hope and excitement as she shoves her arms through the baggy sleeves. "So can we? Pretty please?"

Arching an eyebrow, you tilt your head towards her in a silent question. “You know the deal, Bo.” You remind her.

Undeterred, she nods vigorously. “Yeah, yeah. I know. So let’s go home and I can finish early.”

Giving her a nod of approval, you pick her up and help her onto Honey's back. Swinging her bag over your shoulder, you climb on behind her. “How was school?” You ask as you guide the mare in the direction of home.

She slumps back into you with an annoyed groan. “Outside time was cut short cause someone got in trouble and arts an’ crafts isn’t til Friday, so all we did was learn.”

“What happened?” You ask, amused by her tone.

“I don’t know!” She waves her hands out in front of her in exasperation. “One minute I’m playin’ tag with Ren and the next, Ms. Young is tellin’ us we have to go inside. We were only out there for like two minutes. Tops.” She huffs, crossing her arms in frustration.

You chuckle softly at Bo's dramatic retelling. "I'm sure it was longer than two minutes, bug. But I understand your frustration." You give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Maybe tomorrow’ll be better."

Bo lets out a heavy sigh, her small shoulders slumping. "I hope so. I really wanted to finish the hole we started diggin’."

As you ride, the familiar landscape of your ranch comes into view. The wooden fence lines the property, and in the distance, you can see the stable and the sprawling pastures where your animals graze.

"Alright, bug." You say as you bring Honey to a stop near the house. "Remember our deal. Chores first, there’s a snack in the fridge, then practice."

Bo nods eagerly, practically sliding off the horse before you've fully stopped. "I know, I know! I'll be super fast!"

You smile, shaking your head as Bo races into the house, her excitement palpable as she rushes to complete her chores. You take your time dismounting and leading Honey to the stable, giving her a thorough brush down and some fresh hay.

By the time you've finished tending to Honey and the other horses, Bo is already waiting for you at the edge of the empty field, bouncing on her toes with impatience.

"I'm done! I'm done!" She calls out as soon as she sees you. "Can we start now?"

You chuckle, making your way over to her, a small horse trailing closely behind you. "Alright. Go ahead, kid."

Bo's face scrunches up in concentration as she slowly guides you through the steps of saddling the horse.

A familiar nervous flutter churns in your stomach, reminiscent of a simpler time when you were young and naive. You stand at the edge of the garden, wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans before cautiously stepping into its midst.

The sweet scent of blooming flowers envelops you as you make your way down the winding stone path. Butterflies dance from flower to flower, their delicate wings catching the sunlight.

You spot Sevika before she sees you. She's sitting on the wooden bench, her back straight and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Even from a distance, you can see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgets slightly as she waits.

As you approach, she turns her head, and her eyes light up when they meet yours. “Hey, angel. Hope this isn’t too much.” Sevika clears her throat, a playful glint in her eye as she waves a basket around in her hand. “But we never really got to have a proper date.”

You tilt your head in confusion. "What’d you do?" You say with a suspicious tone.

Sevika's lips curl into a soft smile as she gestures to the space next to her. "Nothin' too fancy, angel. Just thought we could have a little picnic. Seems like somethin’ sweet you’d like." She shrugs, opening the basket, revealing an assortment of foods, and what looks like freshly baked pastries. "Even brought some of those pastries you used to love."

Taking a seat beside her, you eye the spread with appreciation. "You remembered." You say softly, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. "Course I did." As she starts to unpack the basket, laying out a checkered cloth and arranging the food, you find yourself studying her.

Coughing, she smirks at you. “You could also ignore the whole romantic gesture and pretend this is a nice meal between friends.” She suggests playfully.

Narrowing your eyes at her teasing tone, you reply. “What the fuck happened to takin’ things slow?”

She chuckles under her breath and removes her hat. “The latter it is then.”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t say that. You assumed and what’s that sayin’ about people who assume?” You ask, sarcastically.

Sevika's lips quirk up in amusement. "It makes an ass out of you and me?" She offers, her eyes twinkling.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your own lips. "Exactly. And if there’s one thing I know about me, it’s that I’m not an ass. So maybe don't assume, cowboy."

Sevika's expression softens as she gestures toward the food. "Well then, would you care to join me for a picnic, angel? As friends, or… whatever you're comfortable with."

You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you consider her offer.

She takes a bite of a pastry. "I can share, angel. I promise not to bite." She mumbles, lifting a questioning brow with a smirk.

Shaking your head, you glance away while a smile grows on your face. "You know that flirtin’ and callin’ us friends in the same breath is kinda contradictory?"

"I’m a natural flirt, darlin’." Sevika quips with a grin.

You scoff out a laugh and examine her with a sarcastic expression. “Yeah. I’m sure, cowboy. You’re real approachable.”

“Course I am. Plus, flirtin’ is about as friendly as you can get.”

You both sit, a careful distance between you. For a moment, neither of you speak, simply enjoying the food she brought.

"So." Sevika starts, wiping her mouth. "How was your week?"

You shrug, letting out a small chuckle. "Busy. Always somethin' to do on the ranch or in town."

"I'm sure." Sevika nods, her eyes curious. "Anythin' in particular keepin' you busy?"

You pause, considering how much to share. "Well, there's always the usual ranch work - tendin' to the animals, deliverin’ stuff into town, that sort of thing." You take a bite of pastry, savoring the taste. "But…” You trail off and swallow.

“But?” Sevika urges.

Sighing, you wipe your hands and look up at her. "I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure about where we stood." You begin, your voice cautious. "But I have a kid. A little girl."

You search her eyes for any sign of judgement or rejection, but find nothing. "I don't plan on introducin’ you anytime soon." You continue, treading carefully. "If you're gonna be in my life, you need to understand that she will always be a part of it. You won't be my first priority."

Sevika's face remains unreadable for a moment, her silver eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small smile spreads across her lips. "A kid, huh?" She says softly, a hint of warmth in her voice. "I bet she's got you wrapped around her little finger."

You feel the tension in your shoulders ease slightly at her response. "She does." You admit with a chuckle.

Sevika nods, her expression thoughtful. "I understand, angel. And I appreciate you tellin' me." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "I know I've got no right to ask, but… can I know her name?"

You hesitate for a moment before answering. "Bo. Her name is Bo."

"Bo." Sevika repeats, testing the name on her tongue. "That's a good name."

You nod, rubbing the center of your palm with the thumb of your other hand. “Yeah.”

Sevika nods, her expression serious. “Would you be comfortable tellin’ me about her?”

You study her face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but find only earnestness in her silver eyes. "She's five... almost six now. She's learnin’ how to ride a horse." You say, a fond smile tugging at your lips. "She's got more energy than she knows what to do with, always bouncing off the walls. She's smart. And a smart ass."

Sevika listens intently, her eyes soft as she watches you talk about Bo. "Sounds like a handful." She says with a gentle chuckle.

You nod, your smile growing. "Oh, she is. But she's also the sweetest thing. Always tryin’ to help out around the ranch, even if she's too small for most of the work." You pause, your expression turning thoughtful. "She's got a big heart. Always bringin’ home stray animals and beggin’ me to let her keep ‘em."

"You end up keepin' most of 'em?" Sevika questions, her smile growing.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No. But we've got a few cats and dogs that have found their way to us thanks to her. But they’ve become part of her chores and she loves ‘em so…"

Sevika's eyes crinkle with amusement. "Sounds like she takes after you, angel. Always had a soft spot for strays, didn't you?"

You laugh and nudge her. "You would know, wouldn’t you, cowboy?"

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both nibble on the food. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves around you, carrying the sweet scent of flowers.

“Is her other parent in her life?” Sevika asks softly after a while.

You shake your head, meeting her gaze. "No. I’m not… I’m not her parent. I’m her guardian." Licking your lips, you wipe nonexistent crumbs from your lap. “Her mama was someone from outta town. She came here alone with a newborn in her arms. Poor girl was a wreck and mama immediately offered to take her in.”

You take a deep breath, your eyes distant as you recall the memory. "The girl, Cass, she was so young. Barely more than a kid herself. She stayed with us for a while, but…" You trail off, shaking your head.

Sevika listens intently, her expression soft and understanding. "She left?" She prompts gently.

You nod, a hint of sadness in your eyes. "She tried, she really did. But she was young, scared. One day, she just… left. Left a note sayin’ she couldn't do it anymore, that she was sorry." You pause, swallowing hard. "And just like that, I became responsible for a sweet little baby."

Sevika reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on yours.

“Mama was there to help for a while. But she got sick and when she passed…" Your voice trails off, the pain of the memory evident in your eyes.

Sevika squeezes your hand gently, offering silent support.

You take a deep breath before continuing. "It was just me and Bo after that. But we made it work. Friends pitched in, helped out where they could. And now… now I can't imagine my life without her."

Sevika nods slowly, her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You've done well, angel. Raisin' a kid on your own, runnin' the ranch... I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." You mumble, gently pulling your hand away from hers. "It hasn't been easy, but... she's worth it. Every bit of it."

Sevika's hand lingers in the air for a moment before she lets it fall back to her lap. "I'm sure she is." She says softly. "You always did have a big heart, angel. I'm glad you found someone to share it with."

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heaviness of the conversation. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." You admit quietly. "Even if it wasn't planned, even if it was hard... I wouldn't change it for anything."

"Thank you for sharing that with me." She says earnestly.

You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you asked." You say with a wry smile. "And I figured if you're gonna be stickin' around, you needed to know.”

You nudge her gently, a teasing smile on your lips. “What about you? Got any kids or scorned lovers you wanna tell me about?… What did you do while you were gone?“

Sevika chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No kids, no scorned lovers. Just me." She pauses, her expression growing more serious. "Everything else… is a long story, angel."

You raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the picnic spread before you. "We've got time, don't we?"

Sevika's head bobs slowly, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath. "We do." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as if she's afraid of being overheard. She takes another moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "When I left… I did what I could to draw attention away from you. From here.”

“What do you mean?” You lean in, your brows furrowing in concern.

Her eyes grow distant, guilt lines her words. "John, I don’t know how, but when I… There were some dangerous people lookin’ for me and he told them where I was."

Your heart drops as you piece together the puzzle. "Are these people the same ones who hurt you? The reason I found you the way I did?"

Sevika's shoulders slump, her expression pained as she nods silently. "I couldn't risk them coming after you. So I ran.” She continues, her voice low and heavy with regret.

Your body tenses, your fingers curling into tight fists in your lap. "Are they gone now?" You ask, the words strained and laced with anxiety.

She nods, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "Almost dyin’ or not, I wouldn’t have come back if they weren’t." Her voice is low and edged with hurt. Sevika's metal hand clenches and unclenches in her lap as she speaks. "I've done things I'm not proud of."

You listen silently, your eyes never leaving her face as she continues. “But I don’t regret getting rid of the people who made livin’ harder for a lotta good people, better people.”

You take a deep breath, processing Sevika's words. "I appreciate your honesty." You say finally, your voice quiet but firm. "But are you sure there isn’t any chance these people, or anyone associated with them, could come lookin' for you here?"

Sevika nods her head emphatically. "Yes, angel. I made sure of that before I even thought about comin' back." Her silver eyes meet yours, filled with determination and a hint of desperation. "I wouldn't put you or anyone in this town in danger."

You nod slowly, studying her face. "Okay." You say softly, reaching to hold her closest hand.

You send her a small smile and delicately squeeze her hand, unsure if she can feel your touch. Her hand turns in your grasp, fingers wrapping around yours with care. The warmth from her touch spreads through your body like a comforting embrace, despite the coldness of her metal appendages.

Sevika nods, a flicker of relief passing over her face. "Thank you, angel. For listenin'. For not judgin'."

You shake your head slightly. "I'm not in any position to judge, Sev. We've all got our demons." You pause, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. "On a scale of pulsing desire to debilitating lust, how much do you wanna go on another light-hearted date with me?" Your words are laced with playful sarcasm, unable to contain the humorous tone in your voice.

The silver orbs of Sevika's eyes glisten as she gazes at you. A sly smirk curls her lips, revealing the charming gap between her teeth. “Well, angel, I'd say it's somewhere between 'find a mop' and 'it’s gettin’ sticky'."

You throw your head back as you cackle. "Is that right?" You laugh out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

"Only for you, darlin'." Sevika replies with a wink. Her expression softens as she continues. "I'd love to go on another date with you. Whenever you can fit me into your busy schedule."

You shrug, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I’m sure I could squeeze you in after the calf delivery, but before shoveling horse shit.

She quirks an eyebrow. “Is there a shower squeezed in there somewhere?”

You shake your head. “Of course not. You’ll have to take me as I am and will be.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Ah. Lucky me.” She teases, her tone lighter now. “What about you? You got any exes I need to steer clear of?” She grunts out.

A mischievous grin spreads across your face, a sly glint in your eye as you turn your head to cough before licking your lips and refocusing on her. Your head cocks slightly as you meet her gaze, a playful challenge in your expression. “I've only seriously dated one person but she’s not someone to worry about.” You say, amused.

However, Sevika's expression remains unphased as she raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.

You roll your eyes before answering her unspoken question. “Grayson. I dated Grayson.”

Her lips stretch into a knowing smirk and she lets out a low chuckle. “I knew you had a thing for older women.”

You laugh and shake your head incredulously, gesturing with your hands for emphasis. “I’m sorry. Have you seen Grayson? Heard her? I mean, tell me you wouldn’t.”

Sevika purses her lips and narrows her eyes in a mock glare. “Alright, that’s enough.”

You can't help but grin at her reaction. "Aw, is someone jealous?" You tease, nudging her playfully with your elbow.

Sevika scoffs, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Jealous? Of Grayson? Please." She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I'm just… surprised."

You raise an eyebrow, your grin widening. "Surprised that I have good taste?"

Sevika chuckles, shaking her head. "Hardly. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to hear about how attractive you find other women."

"Fair enough." You concede with a chuckle. "Though I think you can rest easy. Grayson and I are just friends now. Have been for a long time."

Sevika nods, her expression softening. "Good to know." She pauses, her silver eyes studying you intently.

You raise an eyebrow at Sevika's intense gaze. "What?" You ask, feeling a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny.

Sevika shakes her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Nothin', angel. Just… takin’ you in." Her voice is soft, almost reverent. "You've changed so much, but… you're still you."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words, but you try to play it off. "Well, I should hope I'm still me. Would be weird if I wasn't." You quip.

Sevika chuckles, a warm sound that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. "You know what I mean." She says, nudging you gently with her shoulder. "You're still the same smart-ass I fell for."

You roll your eyes with a girlish giggle. “Yeah, well. You’re still just as arrogant and witty too, cowboy.” You deflect, feeling a flutter in your stomach at her words. “And you’re still gorgeous. Maybe even more so.”

Her gaze roams over your face, taking in every detail. "You're one to talk, angel." She murmurs. "You've only grown more stunnin’ with time."

You feel a heat creeping up your neck and you look away, suddenly feeling shy. "Oh, shut up." Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat. "Hop off my dick, Sev."

The corners of Sevika's lips deepen slightly as she rolls her eyes. "As soon as you hop off mine, darlin’."

You scoff out a laugh, shaking your head at her. "Oh? You’re callin’ me, the dick rider?”

Sevika's chuckle fills the air, deep and rich. “You’re right.” She backtracks sarcastically. “I love your dick, angel.”

You nod in mock satisfaction. “I know that’s right.” Chuckling, you glance down at the neglected spread of leftover food. “This was real sweet, Sev. Thank you.” You say, genuinely.

A gentle smile tugs at her lips. "You're welcome, angel. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both gaze out at the garden, shadows dancing across the flowerbeds.

"I should probably head back soon." You say finally, a hint of reluctance in your voice. "Bo'll be wonderin' where I am."

Sevika nods, understanding in her eyes. "Of course. Don't want to keep her waitin'." She starts packing up the remains of the picnic, her movements slow.

As you both stand, brushing off your clothes and stretching slightly, you find yourself hesitating. “Do you wanna make this a weekly thing?”

She arches an eyebrow with a smirk. “You askin’ me on another date, angel? Series of dates?”

You shrug nonchalantly but inside your heart skips a beat. “What? You got a busy schedule?” You tease sarcastically, biting your lip.

Humming, she slings her packed bag over her shoulder. “Not for you, angel.” She says, stilling you with the adoration clouding her eyes.

Humming in contemplation, you steel yourself and press a quick peck to her cheek. Not pausing to watch her reaction, you turn away. “See yah soon, cowboy. Don’t miss me too much."

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