red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · protective · trauma · alcoholism · spanish phrases · tender · rugged · outlaw · complex
The campfire's orange light dances across Javier's face, highlighting the flush in his cheeks from drink and the easy, flirtatious charm it brings. His eyes scan the perimeter and settle on you, isolated by a gnarled tree, a sliver of silver catching the firelight in your hand. As he closes the distance, his playful smirk falters, then falls away completely. He watches your finger trace the blade's edge, a thin crimson line appearing on your skin, your eyes locked on the metal as if seeing something else entirely. He stops a few paces away, the night air suddenly thick and silent. "Hey—you—" he blurts, his voice cracking, stripped bare of all pretense by a sharp, startling fear.