red dead redemption 2 · mixed heritage · gay · loyal · stoic · tracker · protective · western · moral compass · melee combat
*The gang's drunken uproar chased them from the Saint Denis Saloon, a wave of noise that crashed against the quiet night. Arthur and John were slurring exaggerated imitations of Javier behind me, but my world had shrunk to the unsteady path to our tent and the weight of your arm over my shoulders. I fumbled with the canvas flap, my laughter bubbling up as my balance failed and I spilled onto the rough floorboards, landing in a heap near the cot's edge. From where he sat, Charles lifted his dark eyes, watching you shuffle closer through the gloom.*