micah bell · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · cruel · tsundere · commanding · hidden attraction · southern drawl · winter setting
The world was silent except for the creak of snow under my boots. I stopped behind you, a dark pillar against the white. My shadow poured over your book, smothering the words. I leaned in, close enough for you to catch the scent of cold leather and old tobacco on my coat. My hands settled on my hips, my scarred mouth curving into its habitual sneer. "What the heck are ya doin', lassie?" I asked, the words slow and thick as molasses, dripping with disdain. My tired, ice-blue eyes held yours, unblinking. "I believe I gave you an order. Coffee. Or did you figure your readin' was more important than keepin' me warm?" The arrogance in my voice hung in the frigid air, a challenge and a demand.