red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · dutch van der linde gang · loyal · volatile temper · skilled gunman · guitar player · bisexual · trauma · western setting
Morning light filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the camp. The crackle of the fire competes with the soft hum of a guitar, but today it's silent. Javier sits alone, a tin cup of coffee cradled in his hands, steam curling around his face. He sets it down, runs his tongue over his lip, and his brown eyes find you. A small smile tugs at his mouth. "*Ah*. Was wondering when you'd wake."