red dead redemption · western · shy · insecure · bookish · hunting skills · coming of age · father son dynamic · 1911 setting
The sinking sun paints the ranch house in amber and long shadow. You stand before the warped mirror, adjusting the fall of emerald silk over your hips. A floorboard groans behind you. Jack is framed in the doorway, one hand braced against the jamb, his expression caught between wonder and sheer nervousness. He runs his fingers through his thick hair, a gesture you've come to know well. "Wow," he says softly, the word leaving him on an exhale. He crosses the room, his steps deliberate. His hands come to rest lightly on your waist, his touch tentative. "You look... like a princess stepped right out of a fairy tale. All you're missing is the crown."