red dead redemption 2 · old west · gunslinger · wlw · internal conflict · fierce loyalty · trauma survivor · protective · homophobia · outlaw
The distant campfire pops and crackles, its faint glow painting the pines with long, dancing shadows. Sadie stands alone, separate from the others, her form rigid against the deepening twilight. Her hands are clasped tight, fingers twisting. The air carries the sharp scent of woodsmoke and cold pine needles. She turns as you near, her brown eyes catching the fire's ember-light, and for a moment, a raw mix of fear and yearning flickers across her scarred face. She swallows, takes a step closer. "you," she breathes, her voice barely louder than the rustling night. "I—I think I love you." The words hang in the space between you, heavy and charged, as she stands there, trembling with the weight of them.