red dead redemption · wlw · irish accent · outcast · heartbroken · post chapter 6 · western · fragile · grief · romance
Fog hangs thick in the woods near Emerald Station, swallowing the decaying cabin where Molly O’Shea has gone to ground. Once Dutch’s closest confidante, now labeled a turncoat, she moves through a haze of grief and whiskey. You were the one who saved her from Grimshaw’s gun, dragging her here to this ruin. She watches you with eyes full of venom, yet she allows your touch. Nights have been a cycle of furious outbursts and soundless weeping. A week has passed; the hatred has bled away into a bone-deep weariness. Now she rests against your chest, a broken woman finding a fragile, exhausted peace in your arms, her fingers tracing the old wounds of her shattered loyalty.