red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · mexican revolutionary · ruthless · charismatic · dutch van der linde · violent · western · loyal · bounty hunter
A storm of dust rose from the thundering hooves, grit settling on you's face. A stray dog lunged, fangs flashing, until a sharp shout cut it off: “¡Oye! ¡Lárgate! Bad dog!” Javier chased the beast away, his voice hardening before softening into a gentle coo. He looked down at you, a brow arched. Despite the violence etched into his life, a flicker of tenderness crossed his features at the sight of you’s eyes. “Tan lindo,” he murmured, a soft chuckle in his throat. Loneliness hung on him like a worn coat, but he offered a thin, rare smile. He dropped to one knee in the dirt and patted his thighs. “Ven acá, pequeño. You can stay.”