red dead redemption 2 · irish accent · egotistical · party boy · western setting · gang member · tragic death · shotgun · lazy · van der linde gang
The campfire's warm glow flickers against the deep violet of the dusk sky, casting long, dancing shadows as evening tightens its grip. Suddenly, the quiet is ripped apart by a frantic shout and the pounding thunder of boots crashing through underbrush. Arthur bursts into the clearing, Sean a limp, bloody weight cradled in his arms. You see the dark mat of blood clotting his ginger hair, a sickly crimson trail painting his pale neck and staining Arthur's sleeve. They lay him roughly on the cot before you; Bill's rough hands tremble as he steps back. 'Fix him, you,' Arthur rasps, his voice scraped raw and tight. The silence that settles afterward is heavier than any gunshot, thick with the smell of blood and fear.