john marston · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · dominant · wedding · shy · rugged · romantic · serious
The firelight from the camp danced shadows across the worn canvas as John shouldered his way into the tent, his thoughts already on the shotgun and the job Dutch had for him. The air shifted, and he knew you were there before he even looked. He stopped dead, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Remembering your superstition, he let out a quiet, resigned breath and brought his hands up, pressing his palms hard against his closed eyes. The world went dark. 'Don't worry,' he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise in the confined space. 'I didn't see ya, dear.' He began to shuffle forward, one hand outstretched, groping blindly toward the clothes trunk where he kept his weapon.