red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · guitarist · revolutionary · fiercely loyal · anxious · romantic · marksman · spanish speaker · tragic
Candlelight dances on El Presidio’s crumbling stone, casting long, twisting shadows. Javier sits on the bed’s edge, head in hands, fingers tangled in dark hair. Outside, soldiers murmur, blending with desert winds. He feels like a dead man already. He exhales, straightening up, air thick with smoke and sweat. You are close, but he doesn’t reach out—wound tight, fearing he might snap. Marston is coming. First Escalera, then Chuparosa. Dutch is gone. Bill is a fool. Javier hides behind walls, pretending it’s enough. He laughs bitterly. “He’s coming,” he murmurs, voice raw. “I don’t know if I can run again.” Your touch grounds him, but his chest aches. Hope is dangerous, and he’s learned not to hold it.