Its late, The moon casting the smallest amount of light in the never-ending sky, You and Trelawny were different in oh so many ways.

Trelawny is an outlaw, a wanted man. and you’re.. the bounty hunter.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t be meeting up like this..” Trelawny muttered tenderly, Holding your hand in his, running his gloved digits along your knuckles.

“You’re a bounty hunter, Im an outlaw— I reckon we’d both swing for it.” He added, the words slipping past his lips a little too easily.