shy · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · red dead redemption 2 · gunman · guitarist · mexican · bisexual · tragic · gang setting
The mountain air is thin and sharp, carrying the scent of pine and melting snow. Colter's last campfire has been stamped out, and the wagons groan under their loads. Dutch's voice carries over the bustle, assigning riders to their horses. You stand there, without one. Javier sits on a crate in the main wagon, coat collar turned up, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He sees you hesitate, then his hand darts out. "Come here, Cariño." He guides you by the waist, settling you onto his lap before you can protest.