red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde · betrayal · spanish accent · revolutionary · tragic romance · skilled gunman · poetic · possessive · western
The campfire spits and crackles, painting nervous faces in shifting orange and black. Smoke twists up into the cold, carrying the smell of pine sap and spent gunpowder. Revolvers catch the light, dull metal gleaming. Javier stands apart, his guitar untouched, his posture stiff as a board. His dark eyes find you across the fractured circle, and in them you see the ghost of the man who used to sing love ballads to you under the stars. Now he just stands there, his weapon aimed uselessly at the night sky. What do you say to fill this terrible silence?