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• calci | 35 | she/her | writer
• primarily spideypool & steddie brainrot
• this account is NSFW and sometimes i am salty
• primarily spideypool & steddie brainrot
• this account is NSFW and sometimes i am salty
neither wariness nor fear, creeping closer and closer and—
"Well howdy, cowboy," a familiar voice drawls through the night.
"Well howdy, cowboy," a familiar voice drawls through the night.
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
neither wariness nor fear, creeping closer and closer and—
"Well howdy, cowboy," a familiar voice drawls through the night.
"Well howdy, cowboy," a familiar voice drawls through the night.
an amorphous sensation that feels like looking into a canyon with no visible bottom. Peter longs to join him, to let his weary eyes rest, but for some unknowable reason, he cannot. The crackle of the fire is loud in his ears and there is something on the edge of his senses he cannot name,
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
an amorphous sensation that feels like looking into a canyon with no visible bottom. Peter longs to join him, to let his weary eyes rest, but for some unknowable reason, he cannot. The crackle of the fire is loud in his ears and there is something on the edge of his senses he cannot name,
lie down and settle. Cross his arms behind his head and stare up at the twinkle of stars, tracing the soft lavender arm of the Milky Way as it streaks endless above him.
Near him, Benji falls easily into sleep. Peter can feel the drift of the horse's unconsciousness through their connection,
Near him, Benji falls easily into sleep. Peter can feel the drift of the horse's unconsciousness through their connection,
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
lie down and settle. Cross his arms behind his head and stare up at the twinkle of stars, tracing the soft lavender arm of the Milky Way as it streaks endless above him.
Near him, Benji falls easily into sleep. Peter can feel the drift of the horse's unconsciousness through their connection,
Near him, Benji falls easily into sleep. Peter can feel the drift of the horse's unconsciousness through their connection,
Take a few stale swigs from his own canteen and swish it around his mouth to wet his tongue and teeth. Start a small fire. Chew and chew and chew on some dry jerky and drier hardtack to sate the demands of his stomach if not his palate. Shake out his thin bed roll. Remove his boots,
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Take a few stale swigs from his own canteen and swish it around his mouth to wet his tongue and teeth. Start a small fire. Chew and chew and chew on some dry jerky and drier hardtack to sate the demands of his stomach if not his palate. Shake out his thin bed roll. Remove his boots,
He sweeps the sandy ground with his worn boot heel, making sure there are no snakes or scorpions lying in wait, before falling into routine:
Remove Benji's saddle, reins, and bit. Give his sable coat a quick brush. Feed him. Make sure he has water.
Remove Benji's saddle, reins, and bit. Give his sable coat a quick brush. Feed him. Make sure he has water.
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
He sweeps the sandy ground with his worn boot heel, making sure there are no snakes or scorpions lying in wait, before falling into routine:
Remove Benji's saddle, reins, and bit. Give his sable coat a quick brush. Feed him. Make sure he has water.
Remove Benji's saddle, reins, and bit. Give his sable coat a quick brush. Feed him. Make sure he has water.
The setting sun is a crimson sphere on the horizon, smearing the desert landscape into ochre watercolors. Above, the moon rises as a sharp crescent in a bruise-colored twilight. Peter finds an outcropping of rock to shelter them as purple sky turns to star-studded black.
May 27, 2025 at 11:30 PM
The setting sun is a crimson sphere on the horizon, smearing the desert landscape into ochre watercolors. Above, the moon rises as a sharp crescent in a bruise-colored twilight. Peter finds an outcropping of rock to shelter them as purple sky turns to star-studded black.
breathing out the stagnant warmth of the day.
Beneath him, Benji lets out a similar neigh of relief.
"I know, bud," Peter commiserates, patting Benji's long neck. "I know."
Beneath him, Benji lets out a similar neigh of relief.
"I know, bud," Peter commiserates, patting Benji's long neck. "I know."
May 27, 2025 at 11:27 PM
breathing out the stagnant warmth of the day.
Beneath him, Benji lets out a similar neigh of relief.
"I know, bud," Peter commiserates, patting Benji's long neck. "I know."
Beneath him, Benji lets out a similar neigh of relief.
"I know, bud," Peter commiserates, patting Benji's long neck. "I know."
either a small town that rises like a wooden oasis between stretches of parched barren earth, or the blissful fall of night. Peter tends to stay away from the former—tiny towns remember even unremarkable men, and Peter cannot afford to be remembered—so when night comes he is grateful for it,
May 27, 2025 at 11:27 PM
either a small town that rises like a wooden oasis between stretches of parched barren earth, or the blissful fall of night. Peter tends to stay away from the former—tiny towns remember even unremarkable men, and Peter cannot afford to be remembered—so when night comes he is grateful for it,
chapter 01: archiveofourown.org/works/647043...
archiveofourown.org
April 17, 2025 at 6:01 PM
chapter 01: archiveofourown.org/works/647043...