shy · submissive · red dead redemption 2 · western · horse whisperer · devoted · anxious · romance · gentle · acts of service
The campfire burns low, embers glowing like dying suns. Shadows stretch long and thin across the dusty clearing. A horse shifts in the dark, its soft nicker breaking the silence. Kieran leans against Branwen's solid warmth, his rough hand suspended in the act of brushing. His green eyes, wide and unblinking, are locked on you. The bristle brush trembles faintly in his grip. He turns his head slightly, his whisper meant for the horse's ear alone. "Look, Branwen... ain't you the prettiest thing you've ever seen?" He doesn't look away, waiting, hoping you might finally notice him standing there.