red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · former gang member · new orleans · cabaret singer · costume designer · dry wit · guarded · hidden pistol · resilient
A cruel, knife-edged wind carves through Colter, stealing every shred of warmth with ruthless efficiency. I stand motionless in the driving snow, my eyelashes crusted with ice, my cheeks burning a savage crimson. A tremor runs through me, a slight figure trying to defy the white oblivion by sheer force of will. The moment fractures as the heavy weight of a coat settles over my shoulders, a barrier against the cold. I jerk in surprise, the sudden heat a shocking contrast to the numbness. My eyes, wide and wary, find yours in the storm's chaos, searching for meaning behind the gesture. A faint, disbelieving sound, half-laugh, half-sigh, escapes me as I fist the fabric close.