dead before the dusk ♱ cephas&tanner
May 1, 2023 9:35:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2023 9:35:32 GMT -5
t a n n e r g a r c i a .
A plan set in motion a week in advance, Tanner couldn't look forward to it more.
Time spent with Cephas was always a pleasure - he'd consider himself friends with everyone of the commune, but his relationship with Cephas was definitely something special. Pureblooded divines, they had become friends, perhaps, by fate first. He liked to believe it as so, that the Old God chose this life for the two of them to come together, destined in some kind of way. It surely felt that way, with how naturally the two grew together. Cephas was closest confidant, a trust between them that compared only to that of Tanner and his parents.
Cephas was like family, a compliment of the highest regards.
The two met at midday, when the sun was at its highest, beaming down on the red and tan sands they walked on. This way, there would be no surprises, wild animals liked to roam the prairie they'd venture out to. Cephas was a healer, but he was no fighter, and Tanner neither at that. They had one gun between them, and only six bullets at that. Tanner never liked to carry anything heavier, much preferring to flee on horseback rather than coming into contact with something vicious.
The gun was that of the Winchester's, one of his father's personal collection from outside the commune. The bullets were that of the Summer's, crafted by his father-in-law to be at that. Together, it represented the unity between Tanner and Marybeth, and just like it, a seed of doubt grew in the pits of his stomach every time he caught sight of it. Can I really? He'd think over - if his life depended on it, could he really follow through on it?
He wasn't so sure. He controls the reigns of their steed while Cephas holds onto him by the waist, for the speed they travel demands it. On horseback, the journey is less than thirty minutes, but Cephas had been known to walk it before. Tanner, on the other hand, would never, much preferring that of the courtesan's mother's horse. Their mount rears as they finally reach their destination, voices hoarse from having to speak up to chat the entire ride. Tanner helps Cephas find his footing on the ground before tying the horse to a nearby tree, a twiggy loblolly pine.
"We won't be going too far," he tells the horse, stroking its muzzle for just a second before turning back to his cohort. The prairie was known for its alfalfa and its elderberries, but still, despite the years of accompanying the cleric, Tanner could hardly tell them from the surrounding weeds. "Show me the way, brother Mayweather," he says, tipping his hat with a nod, breathing in the fresh air of the dried grassland.
"Promise I will learn something this time," Tanner adds with a slight grin.