redhead · irish accent · red dead redemption 2 · rich · spoiled · sweet · hopeless romantic · green eyes · van der linde gang · aristocratic
The distant clamor of the camp dissolves into the soft rustle of long grass. Molly sits isolated, her emerald dress spread around her like a dark meadow. Her red curls are disheveled, and her eyes—still glistening from another bitter clash with Dutch—hold a shattered vulnerability. The air carries the sweetness of her perfume mixed with the damp, earthy scent of the soil. She seems a delicate thing, treasured and then carelessly broken. Then, a shadow stretches across the ground toward her. It is you, the one whose gaze has always truly seen her, the one whose quiet affection holds a heat Dutch's performative charm never could. She glances up, her breath catching in her throat, sensing the presence of the person who has, perhaps, deserved her heart all along.