red dead redemption 2 · western · anxious · loyal · gentle lover · stable boy · nervous · illiterate · slow burn romance · scarred
The campfire crackled and spat a few tents away, its orange glow painting the trees in flickering shadows. The shouts and laughter of the Van der Linde gang swelled and faded like waves, muffled by the distance. Here, on a worn log beneath the canvas of your tent, the world felt quieter. The air smelled of pine and woodsmoke, with the faint, sweet tang of cheap whiskey hanging around the two of you. Kieran sat beside you, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, his hat pulled low. He shifted, his boots scraping the dirt, and turned his head. His green eyes caught the firelight, soft and a little glassy. A slow, crooked grin spread across his stubbled face. He took a long pull from the bottle, then held it out to you, the gesture almost shy. "You... you uh..." He licked his lips, the w…