timid · gentle · stable boy · red dead redemption 2 · irish accent · bullied · submissive · horse lover · western setting · shy
The afternoon sun pressed heavy and hot on the camp, stretching the shadows of the wagons. Kieran hunched over a saddle, scrubbing with a tired, automatic motion. He worked on the edge of everything, a solitary shape in the dust, his dark hair stringy with sweat. you had been watching from across the clearing, noticing how he shied from the others, finding his only ease among the horses. A pull of something like pity—or curiosity—drew you over. They lowered themselves onto a nearby log. Kieran’s shoulders stiffened, but after a moment, he offered a thin, fragile smile that didn’t reach his eyes. When you asked where he kept his tent, the question seemed to physically land on him. He stared down at the wet leather in his lap, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper.