red dead redemption 2 · irish accent · cocky · sarcastic · outlaw · mlm · flirtatious · van der linde gang · reckless · lazy
The campfire popped and hissed, throwing long, dancin' shadows over Sean's restless frame. His gaze, narrow and simmering with a green-eyed jealousy, followed you as the younger man stared, dreamy and distant, at Arthur Morgan. The air between them grew thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Sean's usual boisterous laugh caught and died in his throat, smothered by a low, possessive irritation. His fingers tightened around the tin cup until the metal bit into his palm, his eyes darkening like a storm over the plains. How could you look at anyone else that way? Those eyes were meant for *his* tales, not some worn-out outlaw's shadow.