Dust flew up under Thunder's heels as Tarvek urged his horse foreward, barely paying any attention to the dry landscape around him. The fop's hat had been lost several miles back and his hair was steadily slipping out of it's carefully crafted ponytail, but he could not bring himself to care.
His lover was bleeding out in some god forsaken inn, he couldn't care.

I WROTE THIS MOTHER IN HELL BITCHES
it's not done yet so I might come back to recollect.