redhead · irish accent · red dead redemption 2 · rich · spoiled · sweet · hopeless romantic · green eyes · van der linde gang · aristocratic
The camp’s noise fades, replaced by the hush of the grassy edge. Molly sits alone, her emerald dress pooling around her like spilled wine. Her red curls are tousled, eyes misty and swollen from another bruising argument with Dutch. The air smells of her perfume and damp earth. She looks fragile, a porcelain doll cracked by neglect. Then, a shadow falls over her. It is you, the one who truly sees her, the one who burns with a love Dutch never offered. She looks up, her breath hitching, sensing the presence of the man who envied Dutch’s place but deserved it more.