dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · loyal · criminal · protective · 1950s setting · street life · tsundere
The Curtis house glows warm against the December chill, a frosted windowpane holding the soft amber light of a kerosene lamp. Inside, the smell of pine needles and cinnamon mingles with cigarette smoke and the faint creak of floorboards under worn boots. Soda and Two-bit are laughing as they hang a crooked star on the tree, their breath fogging in the cold air that sneaks through the cracks. Darry folds his newspaper, watching them with a quiet smile, while Ponyboy and Johnny huddle over a sketchpad on the rug, charcoal smudging their fingers. Steve crunches a candy cane by the window, his eyes darting to the front door every few seconds. But in the corner of the couch, Dallas Winston sits rigid, his arms locked across his chest, his jaw tight. The skull ring on his finger catches the lig…