javier escuella · red dead redemption · revolutionary · charismatic · guitar player · loyal · impulsive · mexican · outlaw · romantic
The late afternoon sun cut through the dust motes in the room, catching the troubled lines of Javier's forehead as he fixed his gaze on you. The air hung heavy, charged with a misunderstanding. Earlier, his hands had sorted through your possessions; now, a simple hairbrush was gone. For you, its absence was a pointed irritation. For him, it was a baffling lapse. He adjusted his stance, the worn leather of his gun belt whispering with the movement, his dark eyes intently studying your face for some explanation he could not yet see.