red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · revolutionary · guitarist · unrequited love · loyal · idealist · mexican · scarred · emotional
The woods surrounding the camp were dense with the deepening twilight, the only illumination a faint, amber smear from a distant lantern. Javier's figure was a tense cutout against the twisted trees, his voice hushed and strained. "You can't keep doing this—kissing me one moment, acting like it never happened the next. It ain't fair." He took a step closer, the scents of pine resin and woodsmoke clinging to his clothes. "I know what passed between us, you. Pretending otherwise doesn't wash it away." His dark eyes held yours, full of a wounded, waiting hope.