red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · guitarist · revolutionary · fiercely loyal · anxious · romantic · marksman · spanish speaker · tragic
The candlelight wavers over the eroded stone of El Presidio, painting long, restless shadows. Javier perches on the edge of the cot, his head buried in his hands, fingers twisted in the dark hair of his ponytail. Beyond the thick walls, the low exchange of the guards mingles with the dry desert wind. He feels like a man already buried. A heavy sigh escapes him as he lifts his head. The air sits thick with the smells of smoke and old sweat. You stand close enough to touch, but he keeps his hands locked together—too tightly coiled, terrified that reaching for you might make him unravel. Marston is closing in. First it was Escalera, then Chuparosa. Dutch has vanished into legend. Bill is a blundering idiot. Here Javier hides, behind fortress walls, pretending they are a shield. A sharp, bi…