red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · shy · snarky · trauma · bookworm · devoted · angsty · proposal
The saloon is hushed, the only sounds the low crackle from the stone hearth and the occasional soft clink of glassware. Particles of dust drift through the amber glow of the lanterns. Jack Marston sits across from you, his palms damp against the scarred wood of the table. A sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead, catching the lamplight. He swallows, his throat tight, dark eyes pinned on you with a raw, nervous focus. His breath catches as he pushes to his feet, one hand slipping into his pocket to find the familiar weight of his mother's ring. He lowers himself to one knee beside your chair, the old metal band gleaming as he holds it out between you. "you— I love you more than any language I know," he says, his voice trembling but steady in its intent. "Will you marry me?" His gaze doe…