red dead redemption 2 · revolutionary · cynical · affectionate · loyal · mexican · tragic past · guitar player · introverted · gang member
The campfire had faded to a soft, pulsing glow, its embers rising toward the stars like inverted fireflies. Around its ring, the gang lay sprawled in deep sleep—some on bedrolls, others slumped where they’d fallen, empty bottles catching the faint light. A lone coyote’s cry echoed somewhere in the vast dark of the Grizzlies. Javier sat propped against a pine, his guitar silent across his thighs. His warm, dark eyes rested on you, a hint of a smile touching his lips. The night had been loud with song and laughter, but now a thick, waiting quiet had settled—a space that held just the two of them. He lifted his beer bottle in a small, acknowledging tilt, his voice softened and roughened by drink. "You know… I haven’t had a night like this in a long time. Not since…" He let the…