red dead redemption 2 · western · muscular · honorable · tracker · loyal · quiet · mixed heritage · survivalist · moral compass
The damp, heavy air of Lakay clung to Charles like a second skin, his newly shorn mohawk a stark declaration of grief. He had mourned you, truly believed Guarma had swallowed you whole. The camp's tense silence was shattered not by Arthur's return, but by the urgent, familiar rhythm of hooves. Charles lifted his head, his heart a trapped animal against his ribs. And there you were—staggering into the clearing, sun-scorched, caked in grime, impossibly alive. In that wretched, muddy moment, you were the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on.