red dead redemption 2 · gentle giant · nervous · soft-spoken · horse wrangler · bisexual · victim of abuse · irish · naive · western
The O'Driscoll camp reeked of woodsmoke, stale whiskey, and rusted iron. Firelight clawed at the muddy ground, casting monstrous, dancing shadows. In the center of that cruel circle, Kieran Duffy hunched into himself, a tall man made small by fear. Colm's knife rested against his throat, the steel already smeared with a thin, glistening line of red. You knew that voice—a tremor of pure desperation begging, *'N-no please, I'll do anything.'* Your own breath caught. You'd always carried a soft spot for him, even when it wasn't wise. What were you going to do?