🎸Roe🎸

// I know it’s been a while but 🙇🏻‍♂️

It’s been FOREVER since I did a pinup
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KindKinda bumbed that I didn't draw as much a slast year, but I still had a few bangers come out.

Thank you for sticking with me this year 🍀

He adds before letting go of her hand. Nodding to her as he snapped his fingers and summoned a paper towel to hold against his neck. Considering she bit him and he was still drawing blood.

“Ah know a guy as well, he could help ya fer that favor incase ah can’t. He’s got mo’ resources”

Roe looks to her skeptically. He never did like accepting deals from random people, usually it was the other way around. But right now, in this very situation, he didn’t have much of a choice.

“Deal”

He replies as he shakes her hand but he didn’t let go until he said

“But no soul sellin’ shit”+

He added as he sighed.

“..wha’s the favor?”

He asks as he hands her the empty glass.

After all, he’s just one man.

“The second one ah’d be mo’ inclined ta accept.”

He said as he walked over to pick up his dropped pistol and flashbang. Holstering his weapon and snapping his finger. Summoning the small explosive away as he thought

“But this don’ mean my ranch is safe…” +

The first option was a definite no for him. He’d gone forty years without selling his soul and he wasn’t about to make that deal. He’s seen what comes of those and rarely does it end nicely for the seller.

However, the idea of partnering up isn’t a bad one. He knows he can’t do this alone. +

Aside from the obvious that is. Either he dies here or dies defending his land.

“What kinda deal?”

He asks as he finishes off the drink in his hand.

whatever she gave him. It at least helped ease the pain from his injuries.

“Ah can’t… but ah hope ya can’t blame a man fer actin’ selfish down hea’”

He says sympathetically as she made her counter offer. While skeptical of that odd grin, he really had nothing else to loose at this point. +

Roe took the glass in his hand as he listened to her speak. Which, if he’s being fair, living down here for a whole century doesn’t sound much better.

“No, ah prolly c—“

He was unfazed by the glass whizzing past his head and breaking behind him. Well for the most part as he took a sip of +

anyways.. he’ll prolly still burn it all..”

Roe shakes his head in defeat. As if he was accepting his fate.

his lips as he tosses his gun to the ground carelessly.

He looks back up to her, eyes that were once filled with rage and determination. Now we’re tired and exhausted, as if they’ve seen a hundred lifetimes of the same scenario. Only he was on the winning side.

“…it prolly ain’t gonna matter +

burn down fer someone ah don’ know..”

His hand squeezes the grip of his 1911. The gun begins to shake, one nudge of the trigger and his life is safe. And yet the voice in his head tells him no. Not hers, just him.

He lowers the gun, looking to the ground for a few seconds. A long sigh leaving +

All that blood, sweat, n’ literal hell ah had ta crawl through. Burnt ta the ground if you don’ die!”

His voice carried bass, almost like a roar, a final cry as if he knew he might die.

“This ain’t nothin’ personal.. But ah need ta do this so that ah can live… ah can’t stand ta see my life +

a sense of hopelessness. Even as he pointed the barrel of his gun straight at her.

“Thea’s nothin’ ta negotiate.. y’aint got any idea wha’s on the line fer me”

He huffs out in a frustrated tone.

“Fo’ty years ah been down hea’. Fo’ty fuckin’ years! Ah built that ranch up from the damn ground! +

She could hear a metal clunk against the floor resonant throughout the room as the knife pierced his back and slowly retreated.

At their feet was a flashbang, the pin still in it as Roe snapped back around with a sharp yell. There was clear pain in his eyes, but fear was present too. So much fear +

field of view as he walked around the room, waiting for her to strike. He would rather die here than live to see the consequences anyways.

to see her. But of course, there was no luck.

“Ah ain’t leavin’..”

He grumbled out as he dropped his hand from his neck. Letting it bleed down his shirt and over the light plate carrier he was wearing. It was then an idea sprang in his head.

Carefully, he began to walk forward. Scanning is +

Roe gave a sharp scream as his neck was punctured. His finger squeezed the trigger as she shoved him. The streak of holy metal nearly striking her before she disappeared.

Roe grabbed at his neck as he held his gun up. Still looking for her as if through divine intervention he would be able +

for Velouria. Roe is now completely on edge. His eyes scanning as he gripped his pistol with deadly precision.

or her, trance. Roe raised his gun up and forward firing again, and again to the left and right, and again behind. He shot everything around him until the gun clicked.

His rooted feet broke free and he began to run as he pulled another magazine and quickly reloaded as he spun around and looked +

changing his mind. He didn’t know at this point. His pistol was pointed to the ground as he fought to keep it out of the plastic. He thought about his Ranch, his livestock, everything he worked so hard for and bleed too much for.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆

A shot went off into the floor which snapped Roe out of his,+

Roe began to turn where he stood as he searched for the sound of her voice. He’s unable to pinpoint a direction which had him constantly spinning as he breathed harder and harder

“N-No ah don’..”

He says, unsure of what he was even saying. His hand felt like it had a mind of its own, or he was +

tension that filled the air.

“Don’ make this harder than it’s gotta be. Ah’ll allow ya some final words as a professional courtesy”

He spoke with a caring, almost sympathetic tone. Yet his hand was steady as well as his eyes

“Dyin’ tired ain’t fun, ask me how ah know”

stomach, forcing her away from him as he drew his gun. A shimmer of holy gold twinkled at her from the back of the barrel.

“Ya pissed off someone real good, Velouria. Ah don’ wanna do this either, but ah ain’t got a choice”

The hammer pulls back with a deafening click. Enough to cut through the +

The fact that it all happened so fast was enough to make him realize how slow he’d become. He winced at the pain as his eyes burned through hers. Roe considered his options carefully, but she had him in a corner now.

“Ya caught someone who wan’s ta live”

He replied before he swiftly kicked her +

All the while, thinking about what he was going to do or say when she actually got here. He wasn’t like this, this used to feel easier, be easier. But for some odd reason, he just felt off about doing this. Like he wasn’t in the right state of mind…

Has he lost it?

quick and simple as possible. Wait for her to get home, kill her, and be done with it. That’s the only plan he’s really got for this.

So when she was away, Roe picked the lock to her house and made his way in. Making sure the rest of the place was clear before settling in on her couch. +