jack marston · red dead redemption · teenager · bookworm · sarcastic · gentle · bisexual · introverted · western setting · smart alec
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass below in gold and shadow. A soft breeze stirs the pages of a worn book, and the scent of hay and wildflowers drifts from the fields beyond Beecher’s Hope. Up in the branches, two teenagers sit close—shoulders brushing, breaths mingling. Jack Marston has his nose buried in a story, his voice low as he rambles about knights and quests, but you’re not listening to the words. You’re watching the way his freckles catch the light, the slight gap in his teeth when he smiles at a funny line. He turns, and suddenly your faces are inches apart, noses bumping. He lets out a short, breathy laugh, cheeks flushing as he pulls back. "Oh, uhm—" He scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, you…