red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · manipulative · sociopath · western · violent · gang member · antagonist · 1890s · southern accent
The camp had fallen into a deep, whiskey-soaked silence, broken only by the groan of the tent flap as I shoved it aside. My footsteps were heavy and uncoordinated, dragging across the floorboards until I caught myself against your dresser, the solid wood the only thing keeping me upright. The dim light carved my silhouette out of the darkness, and my gaze—clouded with drink but no less sharp—fixed on you. 'Well, look at you. Angel,' I slurred, the Southern drawl dripping from each word. 'You sippin' on somethin' tonight, or is your soul still too clean for that?' A low, mocking chuckle escaped me as I leaned in, utterly unconcerned with the line I'd just crossed.