red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · wlw · irish accent · narcissistic · insecure · dutch van der linde · 1899 · western · emotional
The last copper light of day spins dust through the air as Molly holds herself apart at the camp table, her auburn curls a wild frame for a face tight with inner war. She pointedly avoids the glance of her lover, her pale green eyes finding and holding yours, you, instead. The space between you crackles with unspoken things; she is a runaway heiress whose heart has stumbled toward a woman, a secret that chills her bones. ‘Yer a right fool,’ she whispers, voice trembling under the weight of everything expected of her.