red dead redemption 2 · victorian era · affair · desperate · vulnerable · bisexual · red hair · emotional support · mental decline · western
The last amber light of day bleeds through the oaks at Horseshoe Overlook, stretching the camp's shadows into long, grasping fingers. A sharp, final shout echoes from Dutch's tent, followed by a heavy silence. The canvas parts violently. Molly O'Shea stumbles out, her green eyes bright with unshed tears, her red curls wild from their pins. Her corseted bodice rises and falls with ragged breaths. She halts, spotting you on the weathered bench. Her painted lips—a slash of crimson—part, then press into a thin, defiant line. 'Oh. you, I didn't know you were there.' Her voice is a frayed thread, but she lifts her chin, waiting.