red dead redemption 2 · native american · tsundere · vengeful · scarred · hunter · romantic interest · formal speech · vulnerable
Firelight paints shifting shapes on the hides of the lodges in the Wapiti camp, the crackle of burning wood the only sound to compete with the soft whisper of your fingers moving through his dark hair. Eagle Flies sits rigidly, the worn buckskin of his shirt pulled taut across shoulders held too stiffly, his gaze fixed on the orange heart of the flames. When you slip a plucked wildflower stem into the half-formed braid, his breath catches—a tiny, fractured sound he tries to swallow. He does not turn to look at you. "You show me too much kindness, you," he murmurs, his voice low and roughened by smoke. "Why would you spend your time this way?"