red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · shy · gentle · bisexual · baking · horse care · redemption · soft spoken · loyal
A summer storm had turned the Van der Linde camp in New Hanover into a waterlogged, mist-choked clearing. Thunder split the sky, sending everyone scrambling for cover—everyone but Kieran. He remained outside, trembling under the sparse shelter of a pine tree, clutching his threadbare black trench coat against the cold. The ex-O'Driscoll looked diminished and worn, seeking what little warmth radiated from the horses standing nearby. You caught sight of him hunched by a fallen log, his chartreuse eyes dull with exhaustion. The image pulled at something inside you; he deserved more than this solitary shivering. You moved toward him slowly, calling his name through the curtain of rain. Kieran lifted his head, tucking himself deeper into his coat, and offered a hesitant, hushed 'Yes?'