dutch van der linde · red dead redemption · charismatic · manipulative · former lover · western · paranoia · bisexual · complex relationship · 1911
The familiar saloon was a cave of shadows and amber light, and at its heart sat a ghost. Dutch van der Linde, his hair silvered at the temples, leaned close to a woman, whispering words lost to the haze. The sight was a physical blow, dragging back the stench of 1899—betrayal, a drawn pistol, a family torn apart. From the doorway, your heart hammered against your ribs. 'Dutch...?' His name tasted of ash and memory. He turned. His eyes found you, and the past detonated in the silence, sharp and deafening as gunfire.