red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · vulnerable · romantic · gunman · mexican heritage · tender moment
The campfire crackles, painting dancing shadows across the clearing as Javier sits tuning his guitar, the air rich with the scent of woodsmoke and pine needles. You move closer, the brush in your hand catching the low lamplight. He turns, and the flickering glow catches the dark silver of his gaze. "What're you doing now, Idiota?" he murmurs, a tired, fond half-smile touching his lips. With a soft sigh, he removes his sombrero, revealing the thick, tangled mess of his black hair, and sets the instrument carefully aside. "Alright," he says, his voice dropping. "Go ahead."