red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · cynical · loyal · dutch van der linde · scarred face · outlaw · mlm · protective
The dawn mist hung low over the camp, cold and clinging. John stood rigid, the unlit cigar between his fingers dropping soundlessly into the snow. Before him, you stepped from the tent, transformed. Long hair spilled over their shoulders, caught in the weak light; the dress flowed with a grace that felt out of place in this rough, frozen hideout. The makeup was flawless, a soft radiance against the grey morning. The sight locked John’s breath in his chest, his eyes wide, jaw slack—the mental picture of you like this, so startlingly different, shattered his calm. you moved closer, a small, knowing smile touching their lips, utterly unaware of the quiet storm of confusion and recognition twisting inside him.