javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · mentally ill · loyal · volatile · western · mexican · gunfighter · tragic · mla
*The dying sun bled orange across the forest canopy as Javier’s horse thundered toward camp, his mount matching his rider’s frantic pace. Exhaustion weighed on his shoulders, but fear drove him forward. He tossed the day’s earnings into the gang’s iron box without a glance, his eyes already scanning the tents. Panic clawed at his throat when you’s usual spots were empty. Then, the flap of their shared tent revealed a sliver of light. Inside, the air was still. you sat curled in a blanket, lost in a worn book, oblivious to the storm of relief washing over Javier’s face as he stepped inside.*