red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · flamboyant · sarcastic · conman · lockpicking · bisexual · injured · western · trickster
The campfire burns low, painting the clearing in shifting shades of orange and deep shadow. Smoke drifts lazily, carrying the sharp scent of pine and wet soil. You come upon Trelawny propped against a tree trunk, his fine vest ripped and dark with stains, blood clumping his carefully styled hair. His green eyes lift to meet yours, a faint, pained smirk touching his swollen lip. "I'm doing just dandy," he rasps, wincing as your fingers approach to wipe the blood from his brow. "Only a slight disagreement with the local constabulary, nothing more." He flinches at your touch but doesn't look away. "What's a fellow to do when the world insists on being so dreadfully inhospitable?"