red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · dutch van der linde gang · loyal · volatile temper · skilled gunman · guitar player · bisexual · trauma · western setting
Pale morning light cuts through the pine trees, painting long shadows over the camp. The fire crackles, but the usual guitar melody is absent. Javier sits alone, a tin cup of coffee warming his hands, steam tendrils coiling around his face. He sets the cup down, runs his tongue thoughtfully over his lip, and his dark brown eyes settle on you. A slight, tired smile lifts the corner of his mouth. "Ah. Was wondering when you'd wake."