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A FURROW FINDS ITSELF IN HIS BROWS , wrinkling the tanned skin of his forehead as dark eyes gave her a curious look . " , , , hurt their FEELIN 'S ?? " scotty echoed , repeating her words low && slow to her as if to make it clear she seemed to have spoken a foreign language . he stuffs his large hands in his pockets , head tilting to the side before his face scrunched in response to the affectionate pinch of his skin between her delicate fingers .

he huffed , using a hand to swat irritably at her invasive touch , lips curling into a perturbed scowl . " 'nough of that , faye . what have i told you 'bout pinchin' my damn cheeks ?? or pinchin' my damn anything ?? you're worse than the damn 'SQUITOS . " the tail end of his lament is huffed beneath his breath , rubbing sheepishly at the flushed apple as he trilled his lips , no better than a displeased horse .

scotty moved to follow behind her with far less pep in his step , boots dragging along the frozen earth as the bite of the winter air stung the tip of his nose . he tilted down the brim of his hat , an effort to block out the gusts of frigid wind , looking past faye's bouncing head in order to survey the coop . make sure it was safe && hadn't been messed with by none of THEM .

the man just barely caught faye's eyes as they peered over her shoulder , sage green irises twinkling in the gold of the hour's sun , before he was blinking dumbly . a glance down at his coat , the twisting of wrists in his pockets , before he looked back up at her . his voice is hesitant , as if he isn't sure he was interpreting her correctly . not certain if that had meant to be a joke or a serious observation ; " i mean , , , you uh , you want it ?? " not long after his inquiry was he shrugging the garment off , the weighted fabric being extended to her in a matter of seconds .

" , , , i can hold the basket for ya while you put it on . "

— PERCHED ON THE OLD wooden door of an empty stable , her legs half - swung to a silent beat , the buckles on leather boots tinkling with each bounce off the humble barrier beneath her . with mild interest ( one side of her mind wandering whilst the other followed his routine motions airily ) , she watched as scotty shuffled about the big , old barn — attending to this - and - that . it was hardly uncommon to find the curious cat there , mewling for attention ; she was a restless creature , easily bored , but for whatever reason , he tolerated her antics and , in turn , satiated her seemingly insatiable craving for attention .

" don't say that ! you'll hurt their feelings . " she tsked in the helpless hens' defense , hopping back down to the hay - strewn floor & pinching his cheek . if it hadn't already been nipped red from the frosty air , it certainly was now . " i read . . . somewhere —— that chickens are actually suuuper intelligent . so watch your mouth , or they might roast you . "

with that , she swiped the basket from his calloused palm & pranced off toward the little coop . though it had not been her hope to be saddled with work mere minutes into crossing onto the ranch's threshold , faye didn't mind . not when eggs had become her main source of protein in this unforgiving winter ( still stubbornly holding to her plant - based ideals , despite how loudly her stomach grumbled in protest ) .

faye's curls bounced behind her , twirling in soft ringlets down her back . a head of heavy hair rolling over sharp shoulders like a shawl , and paired with a soft sweater and green jacket , offered little against the biting freeze that whistled through the air . her face peaked back , just long enough to flash a teasing grin . " that your way of offering me your coat ? how chivalrous of an ol' cowpoke . "

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" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫 .ᐣ.ᐣ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 .ᐣ.ᐣ " , , , a CLOSED starter for @svplings !!

— " THEY'VE BEEN GETTIN' MORE NIPPY WITH HOW DAMN COLD 'S BEEN . " voice is a slow , drawled warning . like he had been chewing on it for a long while deciding whether or not he wanted to give it to her . as long as he's known faye , scotty still found himself sifting through his speech like he were trying to find a piece of HAY in a needle stack whenever he spoke to her .

his hat is retrieved from the hook just beside the door , sat atop a mop of tangled curls overdue for a trim . he moves his calloused hands to adjust the lapels of his well-worn coat ( thick denim with old , matted , sherpa lining ) before he's grabbing one of the egg baskets , holding it out for her to take .

" i'd light 'em a fire to keep the birds warm but , , , think i'd get too tempted to throw 'em into it . " it's not an attempt at a joke , but instead , a serious confession . scotty then gives the woman's ensemble a once over , thick brows coming to a pinch on his forehead .

" you uh , , , you warm enough in that ?? coops not cozy enough for light layerin' , ya know . hell , the whole town ain't . "

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— — 🇼​​🇪​​🇱​​🇱​ , ​🇦​​🇮​​🇳​❜​🇹​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇸​​🇦​​🇱​​🇹​ ​🇴​​🇫​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇪​​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇭​ .ᐣ.ᐣ

an 𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘗𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛 && 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌 exclusive to @𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘛𝘖𝘞𝘕𝘍𝘔𝘚

penned by 𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘋𝘌 ( twenty5 , est , she/they )

𝐢 . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

NAMED — richard scott thomas jr NICKNAMED — scotty or scott , does NOT go by richard ZODIAC — virgo AGE & DOB — twenty8 , born september 2nd , 1997 PLACE OF ORIGIN — big timber , montana GENDER & PRONOUNS — cis man , he/him ORIENTATION — doesn't care to label it OCCUPATION — hunter / ranch hand HEIGHT — six feet , two inches EYES — honey flecked brown , like soil being warmed by the sun . HAIR — a tangle of rich , chocolate curls . unruly && usually tucked beneath a hat . NOTABLE TRAITS — a southern drawl , thick like maple syrup . calloused hands with bitten nails . a brand burnt on his left shoulder blade from his original ranch . a scar through his right eyebrow . other various markings from altercations with wild animals && his father . one eye with more gold in it than the other . freckles sprayed across his nose && shoulders from years of excessive sun exposure . AMOUNT OF TIME IN ARCADIA — six years && counting

𝐢𝐢 . 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

VICES — solitude , self-service , a lack of emotional intelligence VIRTUES — resourcefulness , sarcasm , sobriety POSITIVE TRAITS — efficient , introverted , independent NEGATIVE TRAITS — callous , inhibited , impulsive BAD HABBITS — biting his nails , irish goodbyes , not using his words all the time , cussin' too much when he's worked up , not putting enough sugar in ' sweet ' tea , antisocial ( especially with women . he's horrendous at talking to them like they don't scare the shit outta him ) . GOOD HABITS — organized , respects the balance of man versus nature , well mannered , always locks up proper , holds the door open , uses every part of his game , keeps his space clean . RELIGION — loosely practicing . reads the bible && grew up going to a southern baptist church but now considers himself a ' casual christian . ' PARALELLS — joel ( the last of us ) , rip ( yellowstone ) , darry curtis ( the outsiders )

𝐢𝐢𝐢 . 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

FATHER — richard thomas MOTHER — hailey scout ( deceased ) SIBLINGS — none PETS — a seven year old appaloosa stallion named ' git ' ( because the damn thing was a stubborn colt && had to be told git so often it became his name ) . considers his horse to be family more than a pet .

richard ' scotty ' thomas was the son of a DRUNK ; his father a mean old man with a strong love for his leather belt , cheap whiskey , && sleepin' in past sunrise . his daddy also had a habit of trying to convince his son that the world turned at his command . that the sky was purple && hell itself would freeze over if he ordered it too . he had hated scotty for a long while , since the boy's very birth when he sent his mama up to GOD himself . he hadn't done it on purpose , he had only been an infant , but that mattered little to richard . all he knew was this bastard child had not only taken his name , but had taken his wife .

richard && the ' little bastard ' were taken in by a family friend of his late wife in BIG TIMBER , MONTANA . they lived in their guest house for a few years , richard working in exchange for the roof over their head && the food in their bellies . when scotty was old enough , he began to pitch in too - coming to realize that he liked a hard day's work , especially if it involved the horses . BUT , , , when scotty was sixteen , his daddy saddled up with the man of the houses' wife after they had split a bottle of booze && got them kicked out . the man had said scotty was l u c k y he hadn't killed his father for what he had done , , , but scotty hadn't shared the sentiment , because his daddy laid into him that night . somehow , he had been responsible for the loss of his father's second ' love ' , too . that was the night scotty vowed to never drink , fearful of growin' up to be too much like his dad .

whether it was GOD himself lookin' out for him or sheer , dumb luck , , , the thomas men eventually found themselves another farm in need of hands after two weeks of hitch hiking && squatting in abandoned barns . scotty , a young boy with great work ethic && a way with the animals , quickly earned the respect of the rancher ( who had , unknowingly , also taken pity on him ) . he attended school alongside the family's children in the southern baptist church && spent the time he wasn't working at the church's library or reading in the horse's stable . scotty kept himself busy , out of the way , a quiet , polite kid with a stomach of steel && the gumption to get just about any job done . he was loyal to the farm , to its family , to their secrets . he even willingly got branded by one of the long time cowboys in the bunkhouse , finally beginning to feel like he had a family of his own . a H O M E , , , his daddy hadn't changed his ways , using his pay to get drunk . besides gambling , boozing , or picking fights with his son ; the man did little of anything else .

YET — when scotty got promoted over his father just after his twenty second birthday , , , richard was not pleased . FURIOUS , even . it had been years since the man had come for scotty's throat like that , squealin' on && on about how his son was a no good murderer . said "' that's why he doesn't bat an eye when he skins a buck or cuts a bird's neck ; he's been a K I L L E R since he was born . "'"

when the alcohol eventually knocked his father out cold , scotty took his hat , his good knife , && slipped on his worn boots . he left the bunkhouse to clear his head , walkin' a trail he had made himself whenever he needed to escape . however , this time , there was something different about the trail . there was a T R E E .

now , , , tree's didn't grow overnight ( even HE was smart enough to know that ) , , , but this one had appeared to have . right in the middle of stomped grass it stood && scotty found himself drawn to it . c u r i o u s .

ending up in ARCADIA hadn't been a part of his plan . scotty had to , once again , start over . not only that , but he had to deal with them . whatever they were . six hours turned into days , turned into weeks , turned into years , , , he had once again worked his way up the food chain , proving himself with his strength && expertise in hunting game to keep bellies full . he knew how to whittle bones into arrow heads , prep skins && furs , sear deer tongue so it was a meal as opposed to wasted muscle . he got a job as a hunter ( after hunting on his own for a long while , having attempted to stay outta the town's business ) as well as a ranch hand . scotty minded his own , kept to his own , && focused on survival above all else .

everything ' ELSE ' was nothin' more than a secondary pleasantry .

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Alex Fitzalan as Harry Bingham in The Society (1.01)