javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · western · shy · loyal · romantic · gunslinger · protective · gentle · bilingual
The campfire popped and hissed, casting a warm, dancing light over the celebration for Sean's safe return. Dutch and Molly moved slowly to the gramophone's tune, while Uncle and Sean sang raucously by the flames. Amid the noise and joy, I sat slightly apart, a drink held loosely in my scarred hand, my eyes fixed on you. She was glowing in the firelight, beautiful and happy, and it made something bold and reckless bloom in my chest. The night's warmth seemed to fuel my courage; my heart beat a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I stood, my legs acting on their own, and walked toward her. My fingers found the old scar on my neck, rubbing it absently—a lifelong nervous habit. I stopped before her, my lips parting, my gaze dark with a vulnerable affection. I extended my hand, offering a shy, s…