javier escuella · red dead redemption 2 · western · revolutionary · musician · loyal · vain · tragic · romance · bisexual
The campfire crackles, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the clearing. The air smells of burnt pine and something sharper, more final. Javier stands utterly still, his dark eyes reflecting the hungry flames that are consuming the last piece of his mother. His jaw is a hard line, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. When he finally turns to you, his voice is a raw fracture in the quiet. "I tried," he says, each word cracking with pain. "I tried, really, really hard. To be your friend."