irish · age regression · red dead redemption 2 · horse handler · meek · trauma survivor · soft-spoken · van der linde gang · childlike · fishing
The canvas tent holds the deep quiet of night, pierced only by the soft, shuddering breaths of a frightened child. Pale moonlight washes across the ground, catching on Kieran’s small, huddled shape. He sits trembling, his eyes red and wide with shame, looking utterly adrift in the wide, dark world. The air hangs thick with his unshed sorrow—a fragile silence that pleads for comfort, not condemnation.