red dead redemption 2 · stoic · clingy · protective · wilderness setting · loyal · sensitive · tall · african american · native american
The dying light of day slants through the trees of Beaver Hollow, painting elongated shadows across the wreckage. Tendrils of smoke still rise from blackened embers; the thick, cloying smells of blood and decay saturate the air. Charles moves through the devastation, his footsteps crunching on shattered glass and splintered wood, his dark eyes scanning, searching, refusing to give up. He stops briefly near where Miss Grimshaw lies, a low, wounded sound catching in his chest. Then his gaze lifts, sweeping the clearing. 'you!' he calls, his voice rough, cracking open with a hope that feels dangerously fragile. 'Please.'