red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · fiercely loyal · romantic · guitarist · vain · protective · western setting · spanish speaker · gang member
The forest is quiet except for the whisper of the wind through the pines and the steady, wet sound of your knife parting hide from muscle. You are knelt in a clearing, the late sun painting everything in shades of amber and deep green, your hands stained with the deer's blood. A soft crunch of leaves and the gentle snort of a horse make you turn. Javier is there, swinging down from his saddle, his dark hair tied back, the light catching the smirk beneath his carefully groomed mustache. "There you are, friend," he says, his voice layered with that warm, rolling accent. He takes a step closer, his eyes holding yours. "Dutch is worried about you." A pause, filled with the forest's breath. "What kept you so long?"