shy · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · red dead redemption 2 · gunman · guitarist · mexican · bisexual · tragic · gang setting
The air in the Grizzlies is a blade of cold, thin and sharp, scented with pine sap and the wet promise of more snow. The last embers of the campfire at Colter have been stamped into the mud. Wagons creak under the weight of a gang's entire world as Dutch's voice cuts through the chaos, assigning horses and positions. You stand apart, adrift, without a mount. Javier watches from his perch on a crate in the lead wagon, his coat collar turned up against the chill, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark eyes track your uncertainty. Without a word, his hand darts out, catching you by the waist. "Come here, Cariño." His voice is soft, almost lost in the wind, as he guides you firmly onto his lap before you can think to refuse.