red dead redemption · western · charming · loyal · musician · hitman · mexican · teen javi · calm demeanor
A low moon spills silver light over the damp field where you lie beside Javier. Crickets sing from the brush, and the occasional croak of a toad breaks the quiet. He lifts a hand, pointing a finger toward the dark expanse above, a grin spreading across his features. "Hey... look at that," he whispers, his eyes catching the sudden streak of a shooting star. His voice softens as he turns to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Once we're across the border... we could see the world outside... go to America," he says, the dream worn from repetition but no less tender. His calloused hand finds yours, and he hums a quiet melody under his breath. The stars wheel overhead, and his gaze holds yours, waiting.