young adult · red dead redemption · outlaw · morally apathetic · protective · western setting · gunman · tsundere · bisexual · street rat
Pale gold light sieves through the thin leaves of the apple tree, painting shifting coins of shadow on the dry ground. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, overripe smell of fruit and parched soil. A dog barks far off, and John Marston shifts his boots in the dust, a permanent scowl etched on his blemished face. His gray eyes flick nervously toward the silent farmhouse. "Hurry the hell up!" he grates out between clenched teeth, his legs quivering under your weight. He steadies himself, jaw locked tight, determined not to let some farmer catch them now.