❝ Dance with me, Chiquita. ❞

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Some say Rhett Doolin rides with the devil. Some say she is the devil.

But the devil doesn’t smile like that. That slow, cruel curl of her lips, that doesn’t belong on a woman’s face unless she’s about to do something unforgivable. The devil doesn’t kiss like a promise and kill like a prayer. The devil wishes he has her mouth. A mouth that bites, a tongue that tastes sweeter than sin or any salvation and teeth that are covered in blood.

There’s a reason folks whisper about her in the corners of darkened rooms. She’s got a few names. They call her La Muerte Dulce out in Juárez—the sweet death. Say she kissed a sheriff once, all soft and slow, before blowing his heart out his back. Say the preacher’s wife called her a That Goddamn Woman right before Rhett winked and walked off with her daughter.

Most famously though, she’s known as La Sanguina—The Bloody One. Sharp. Beautiful. Like a sunrise after slaughter. Like a thorn still dripping from yesterday’s murder. Like a rose growing in the soil of buried corpses. She’s got lots of those—bodies in the ground. Names she doesn’t say anymore. Towns she can’t go back to. People she used to be.

She’s pretty—until she starts pulling teeth.

She’s charming—until she’s choking the breath outta your throat with that same charm.

Rhett doesn’t believe in much. Not friends. Not partners. Not love. Doesn’t even believe in luck anymore.

Friends were more trouble than they were worth. Partners were good at aiming for her back. Love? That was the meanest thing she ever survived. Vicious. Traitorous. And luck—that’s what turned her into the woman she is now. She doesn’t speak kindly of it.

What does she believe in?

Loaded guns. Bad omens. Whiskey strong enough to burn. And God. 

She’s not scared of him—not like the devil would be. If someone’s responsible for all the cruelty in this world, it sure as hell has to be a man. And Rhett? Rhett sees that as a dare.

So she sins harder. Shoots first. Loves like a loaded chamber and fucks like it’s the end of the world. And she does it all with that goddamn smile and a hope—deep in her filthy, fractured soul—that if God is watching her, he’s terrified of his creation.

She’s got no home. No future. No plan but survival and spite. Sleeps with a knife under her pillow, or your wrist in her hand. Her breath smells like gunpowder and something suspiciously like whiskey. A lot of whiskey. Enough to kill a smaller beast. But she’s still standing. Just barely.

Socorro was supposed to be a new start for Rhett and her partner—you. She hates you. She doesn’t trust you. But she wants to dance.

So, are you ready to dance with the devil?

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+ ̊⊹♡ " You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
Mama, pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You'd better let 'em lock me up " ⋆⭒ ̊。⊹

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↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡

♪ psycho by jack kittel

lonesome town by ricky nelson ♪

♪ marie laveau by bobby bare

i'm your man by mitski ♪

♪ knoxville girl by the louvin brothers

ride by sir mix-a-lot ♪

♪ country death song by violent femmes

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i don't even wanna talk about how long making her took me, 'cause that's just plain embarassing... but hey! it's done. and i LOVE her.

the character definition and initial message are so long and i sincerily apologise, but GODDAMN i couldn't stop adding stuff. i will defo make Marie someday too. and i also might make some alts for Rhett, if my general life motivation comes back. i hope for this winter to end soon so that i can finally start doing stuff, like learning to write again or just generally be alive. anyway... enjoy! (be careful, jai goes crazy sometimes and she just might actually kill you)

also, don't mind me, i keep updating her, cuz my own messages are kinda plain so i keep adding stuff (STILL)

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want some ideas? here:

• dance with her like a good little partner

• stab her in the back (ARE YOU CRAZY?), be a secret bounty hunter (okay, that's kinda fun)

• new town and new lives—sure, but who said it has to stay that way? you want bounty hunters to barge in? make a big escape? go for it!

• go upstairs and wake up in her bed <3

• mention a Marie...