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independent rdr2 oc .

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❛ angel , he calls me . does he know ㅤ ❛ DEVIL , you call me . yet it seems you i am falling from a precipice that i are enjoying the fruits of my labor tripped off long ago ? does he know that came to me too young . i'm glad it that i'm forsaken ? i'm the original seems to serve you that i was born a SINNER , but soon you'll know . ❜ daughter and not a SON . ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ there's no escape for some , least of all for me . ❜

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# 𝙇𝘾𝙑𝙄𝙐𝘿𝘼 an independent roleplay blog for jesúsa casilda aguilar ballo , an original character based on red dead redemption ii and history . written by pickle ( she / her , 25+ , pst ) THIS BLOG CONTAINS HEAVY AND TRIGGERING TOPICS .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfollows back from @qverdia .

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continued from here .

jesúsa answered the door with her lips pursed in a frown and her brows furrowed . she didn't need to look to see who it was , knowing @4lexnilsen and his punctuality and thoughtfulness , so already she was waving her hand towards the kitchen . she'd disconnected the smoke detector ages ago , and it was good that she had as surely the building would have been evacuated by now from all the times she'd tried to cook . she felt hot and her face flushed from the frustration of it all .

❛ i think the stupid thing is broken . ❜ that was clearly it . it was the oven's fault , not jesúsa's . or maybe the recipe , or the apartment , or the grocery store , or something besides her own lack of skill . the air was misty from the smoke and a fan was carefully positioned to blow most of it out of a nearby open window . ❛ i leave it for two minutes to get dressed and it burns everything ! ❜ and maybe she took longer than a few minutes , but she'd already decided that this couldn't be her fault .

jesúsa is so focused on her anger at the oven and the sheet of coal-like cookies that she hardly noticed his hesitation at first . she'd never been one for the whole super hero thing , and she'd honestly barely known who lois lane even was . wasn't she a reporter or an assistant or something ? jesúsa had taken that thought and rolled with it , sporting a costume consisting of a tight fitting button down opened just enough for a peek of red lace underneath , a small black skirt , and black thigh high tights .

she hadn't intended to shock him , but looking at his reddened face and neck and that crooked smile with just the hint of a super man shirt beneath his button up was too much . her lips parted in a wide grin , goofy in that way that was reserved for him , and she was laughing . ❛ i guess i'm not lois lane ? ❜ she squeezed out between giggles while she shut the door behind alex . ❛ what does that one movie say ? the hottest girls wear lingerie with animal ears and call it a costume ? ❜ mean girls . ❛ should i change ? ❜

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` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

[4lexnilsen]

a strange, stupid man. alright. a soft sigh escapes his lips. the words do sting a little, he won’t lie, but they’re far from enough to truly hurt him. he doesn’t even flinch. he’s the kind of man who doesn’t lack confidence in himself, who knows his worth and has read enough books to understand where this outburst is most likely coming from. he’s not the problem here, but he’s certainly struck a nerve. “jesúsa, it’s not that i don’t find you attractive. you’re beautiful. you know that, we both do. but i can’t do this tonight.” and he’s certain he’s doing the right thing by turning her down in the state that she’s in right now. she doesn’t hate him, not really, or at least he doesn’t think so. she’s just used to getting her way with men, using them to forget whatever it is that she wants to forget, and he doubts many have managed to confront her. he watches her for a moment longer — quiet, steady, jaw tight with something he doesn’t let spill out. not yet, at least. he’s not angry, not even close. if anything, his expression is one of confusion and gentleness, laced with an ounce of sympathy. his hands fall back to his sides when she pulls away and remain there, like he knows chasing her would only send her farther.

he doesn’t move when she leaves the tent. just sits there a long moment, spine straight, eyes fixed on the empty space she left behind. there’s the ghost of her touch still on his chest, and something about it feels like a bruise blooming slow under skin. then, finally, quiet as the night around them, he speaks, “like what? like i care about you? like you mean something to me? there’s nothing wrong with gentleness, or affection. why are you afraid of this?” how can this gentle kind of love be so terrifying when she doesn’t seem to mind the lack of it? his fingers twitch at his thigh as he contemplates whether he should join her outside or give her space. he can see the glow of the fire through the tent flaps, can just barely make out her shadow sitting there, bottle in hand. “jesúsa,” her name rolls off his tongue like a sacred plea, and he ends up crawling out of the tent, buttoning up his shirt as he sits beside her. “there’s no need to apologize for that. you know how i feel about you. would it really be so bad if i knew more about you?”

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jesúsa's cheek burned where alexander had touched her , his calloused and rough fingers so gentle on her skin . . . too gentle . it would have been easy to fall into the warm feelings that bubbled in her chest , allow herself to be lulled by that false sense of security , but she wouldn't . she had trusted in her life , loved another , and all that her faith and hope and love had earned her was a blackened heart . she wasn't going to allow any man to hurt her again .

by the time alexander joined her the bottle was empty and her head was spinning . he was a strange , stupid man she reminded herself . rejection was still bitter on her tongue , but it wasn't anger that burned in her belly . if she'd been sober she might have recognized it as fear , though the fear that alexander brought her was far different than the fear she normally felt . she had to remind herself that he could hurt just like everyone else before she let herself believe that he wouldn't .

❛ and if i can't feel anything for you ? ❜ she meant to spit the question , to hurt him before he would hurt her . that was how she survived , hurting everyone before they had the chance to hurt her . . . instead , the words came out nearly genuine . would he still care for her if she couldn't return it ? would he still touch her so gently if her heart would never stir ?

❛ i was married before i came here . my father arranged it , sold me for some land and some shares in my husband's business . my husband was older than my father . . . meaner too . ❜ jesúsa shrugged , looking into the flames in part to avoid those blue eyes looking at her . he probably knew this already , as he'd been trying to collect her bounty when they'd met . ❛ i killed him . he deserved it . . . and i told myself that i'd never be scared again . ❜

jesúsa swallowed , the muscles in her throat moving as her eyes watched the dancing flames . the drink had loosened her tongue too much , the traitorous organ spilling things she'd been keeping secret before she could stop it . her voice was quiet and rough , thick from the lump that was aching in her throat .

❛ sometimes you scare me . ❜ her voice was a whisper and tears built in her dark eyes . she hated this , how weak and vulnerable he made her feel . she wished that she could forget him , but every moment she spent away from him her mind would wander back to the blonde haired boy beside her . ❛ i think about you , and i feel . . . soft . you make me feel so . . . ❜ weak . ❛ and i wonder how long it will be before you leave me or hurt me . so i don't want you to touch me like that . ❜ like he loved her , like she could love him . ❛ it makes me feel like i could care about you . ❜

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@4lexnilsen sent , ❛   but… don’t let yourself get killed for… for pride.  ❜  

❛ for pride ? ❜ jesúsa scoffed . her cheeks were flushed , though not from alexander's closeness or from shame or the heat , but from anger . the emotion clawed its way up jesúsa's throat , threatening to suffocate her until she sucked in a shaky breath . rage she could handle . rage was easy enough to deal with . rage was the more productive form of fear , and jesúsa had sworn to herself that she would never let herself be afraid again .

❛ this isn't about pride . it's about ㅤ ❜ jesúsa shook her head , hands squeezing at her sides until her nails bit into her palms . her heart and her mind were at war . she couldn't trust anyone , it was a rule she had made in another lifetime , back in cuba . but she looked up at those sea blue eyes again and remembered when he held her after her injury , when he stayed up with her , when he brought cool cloths to her brow , and she trusted him . she trusted alexander .

❛ when i was young i . . . i was . . . ❜ her eyes stung and jesúsa wiped at her nose , unable to look up to alex's eyes anymore . ❛ my first love was my best friend . he was . . . we were young , and he wasn't rich or influential , but he was good and kind . we were going to get married , and when he . . . ❜ stop crying , she thought to herself , wiping at her eyes with the butts of her palms .

❛ when nazario ballo , my father , found out , my jorge disappeared . him and his brother and their mother . then . . . ❜ jesúsa's breath shuddered and she hated this . she hated how raw she felt , how weak this made her feel again . she hated that she cared about this man , that despite every last stubborn promise of closing herself off somehow alexander had pushed through those defenses .

her voice was quiet and she sucked in a shaky breath , holding it for a moment before she released it slowly . ❛ i told myself when i left cuba that he would never make me feel afraid again . now we learn that he will be here , that in one short week we will walk on the same soil again . it's not about pride . . . ❜ jesúsa wanted to see him again so just once see that man scared like he had made her feel for her entire life . ❛ i'm going to stay , and i'm going to make sure that he will never be able to hurt anyone again . ❜

[4lexnilsen]

alex isn’t immune to the magic of jesúsa’s touch,  but neither is he drunk enough to allow himself to fully enjoy it.   still,  the taste of whiskey on her breath has him feeling more light-headed than he’d like to admit,  the smoke from the bonfire further clouding his senses,  and the way her hips move against his,  coaxing soft gasps and pants from between his lips…   “i don’t even know you,”   he croaks,  trying to regain at least a semblance of control over his voice.   his heart is pounding so loud that he can barely hear himself,  struggling to form actual sentences.

“i mean…   i don’t know you enough.”   enough being the key word.   he’s not a prude.   he’d been with women before,  but never one half so bold or half so drunk.   he’s got enough decency to turn her down.   it just doesn’t feel right.   how can she even be sure she genuinely wants it?   “my faith’s got nothing to do with it.”   blushing as he says it,  swallowing audibly because it’s difficult to focus with her in his lap like this.   “i just —”   pale blue eyes studying her dark ones,  seeing all the fire slowly dying and feeling even more confused.   “you’re beautiful,”   he gently touches her cheek,   “but i don’t want to use you,  don’t want to get you with child and go on my merry way.   don’t want to do something that you’ll regret in the morning.”  

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dark cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment when alex continued . she'd never been rejected before , not from this at the very least , and his words had her heart pounding . shame and anger felt much of the same , so he brows furrowed and her skin flushed with heat . what does knowing the other person have to do with any of this ? she didn't want to know him , didn't want him knowing her .

❛ you are a strange , stupid man . ❜ jesúsa didn't truly mean the insult , but the wounded often hurt . more so , the whiskey had her tongue more loose than she liked , and her feelings more difficult to push down . ❛ this arrangement is easier if we don't know each other . i don't know you and i don't ! ❜

but right as she is ready to put her strength into shoving him as far away from her as she can , untangling herself from him and leaving to lick her wounds alone , alexander reached for her . his fingers were warm , his touch gentle , and her throat felt like it twisted into a knot . it brought back memories of being young , in love , thinking that one was untouchable and that life would never change . she hadn't been touched with care like that since she was sixteen . she barely even heard his words , dark eyes stinging with tears as the wild look they always carried faded into something else , something haunted and hurt . something too tender to survive on its own .

❛ don't touch me like that . ❜ she barely recognizes her own voice , choked with fear and emotion . jesúsa pushed his shoulders , much of her strength gone , and stood with trembling limbs . ❛ this . . . this arrangement is better if we don't know each other , ❜ she repeated , though without the anger from before . she didn't want him knowing her . ❛ i shouldn't have kissed you . i'm sorry . ❜ jesúsa bent to retrieve the nearly empty bottle of whiskey . she hesitated at the flaps of the tent for just a moment before she slipped through and took a seat beside the fire . it was clear now that the only way she'd be getting any sleep tonight would come from the bottle in her hand .

[4lexnilsen]

alexander nilsen,  much like most men,  can be quite the drama queen but this time…   he’s not sure that’s the case.   by pure luck or sheer miracle,  the bullet had missed all the vital organs and grazed no major arteries,  but the wound still requires medical attention.   pain blooms hot and persistent along his tender side with every breath.   at first,  he was joking,  laughing and boasting about how his guardian angel must have been watching over him,  how the poor creature could never take a day off.   but as adrenaline wore off and with no doctor in sight,  a significant amount of blood already lost,  his optimistic nature has begun to shift.   the wound is red and tender to touch,  and he’s almost certain an infection’s setting in.   maybe he’s running out of luck,  after all.

“alright,  but just in case…   you can take all my riches,”   he chuckles wryly,  his head tilting just enough to meet jesúsa’s gaze.   his visage’s grown pale,  sweat clinging to his temples,  jaw clenched against the sting of her touch even though she’s most likely trying to be gentle.   they both know he’s got no riches but the stack of torn up books and that stolen horse.   stubborn as a mule.   “and i should get a dying wish.   a man deserves one final wish,”   he insists,  hissing in pain.   it’s not just the wound that has him forgetting how to speak —   it’s her.   her voice,  soft but edged with something sharper.   fear?   maybe?   does that mean she cares about him?   truly?   something unspoken catches in his chest like a splinter.   he doesn’t want to die and leave her alone.     

“to the east?   no man can die facing to the east,  yeah?”   he chuckles again but this time his lower lip trembles just enough to betray the storm of emotions beneath the calm that he usually wears like armor.   he reaches out.   his fingers scarred,  dirt-lined,  weak from blood loss,  brush her wrist.   “will you stay with me tonight?”   he pleads,  voice hoarse and low,  like boots dragging through gravel.   he’s not sure where the strength comes from,  but he attempts to lean closer to her,  just enough to rest his head in her lap,  let the smell of her fill his lungs —   smoke and sun and something achingly familiar.   his thumb drags a slow line over the inside of her wrist,  grounding himself with the rhythm of her pulse.   he shakes his head.   a no to more sedative.   “if i don’t get any better by morning,  you really should go without me.   can’t linger here too long.”   his words come slow,  as though every syllable was being pulled from some place deep within his chest. 

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when alexander hissed in pain jesúsa tried to keep her pressure gentle but constant on the wound . with the stitches the bleeding was far less than it had been days before , but she was worried that any increased stress would make him bleed again . she shushed him , voice quiet and gentle while she tried to keep that edge of fear out of it . ❛ breathe , ❜ she urged , ❛ take a deep breath , alexander . ❜

cautiously , her free hand brushed his hair from his eyes . his blonde curls were dampened with sweat and his pale blue eyes squinted and wild , and all that she could do was brush her fingers along his cheek . ❛ your horse would kick me in the head for trying to take your riches . ❜ she teased him . her own horse , a dappled gray mare named perpetua , would do the same . they were both stolen , stubborn horses who only barely tolerated the other , much like herself and alex in the beginning .

jesúsa shook her head and let out a choked chuckle , eyes stinging at the thought of him dying . when did this man start to mean so much to her ? when did he turn from a nuisance to someone who shattered her heart at the thought of him leaving ? her stubborn heart was going haywire , thundering and breaking in her chest as alex reached for her . her breath was shaky , but she forced a smile to her lips .

❛ you need to be careful with your dying wish . ❜ jesúsa shuddered out a breath . ❛ because you aren't going to die , so don't wish for anything you aren't ready to be patient for . ❜ just as she opened her mouth to speak again her voice caught . she looked up towards the ceiling and blinked , but nothing could stop the tear that spilled down her cheek . she shook her head again and pulled one of her hands away from him to wipe her cheek with the butt of her palm .

❛ no . no , alexander . i'm not leaving you here . ❜ her voice was choked and quiet while alex moved to rest his head on her lap . his touch was gentle on her wrist and when her eyes turned back down she saw him looking up at her , his voice rough and slow and her lower lip trembled . ❛ everyone has always left me and you . . . you aren't like everyone . so i'm going to stay right here no matter what , and you aren't going to leave , okay ? ❜

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@4lexnilsen asked , ❛   face me to the west so i can watch the setting sun & remember all the fine times we had. ❜ 

a wry and quiet chuckle left her lips while she cleaned the blood from his side gently . the bullet had thankfully grazed him rather than bury into his stomach , but not without splitting a deep gash into his side that had bled like a stuck pig . jesúsa wasn't sure how she had gotten him to a doctor . . . but she had , and she had used the last bit of money she had to pay him to stitch up alex's side . ❛ yes , i remember you saying that . ❜ she dabbed gently again , trying to avoid the angry flesh and bruising as best as she could .

❛ but i told you that you weren't allowed to die . ❜ she spoke very matter-of-factly , eyes dark as coal peering up at his face through her eyelashes . she didn't know what she felt for this odd man who preferred a book to a drink and who refused her when she was drunk . he made her heart do silly things which in turn would cause a cold pang of fear to rip through her belly because caring for someone meant that they could hurt you , and that they could leave you . she'd been pushing that feeling away until that shootout when seeing and feeling him fading made a much much worse pang of terror fill her until she couldn't breathe . ❛ and i've faced you to the east , just in case you had any ideas of slipping off when i wasn't looking . ❜

jesúsa dried his skin as gently as she could with a soft , dry rag next . it looked far better than it did just a few days before , but the wound was still so angry . jesúsa sighed and her teeth worried her plump lower lip . they needed to go , they'd been in this town far too long and people were talking . . . but she couldn't ask him to get back in the saddle yet . she wouldn't .

❛ do you want more of that sedative ? ❜ she asked and resisted the urge to shudder at the thought . the bottle brought back memories best left forgotten , but she'd bear that weight if it brought him some peace . ❛ you won't heal if you're in pain . . . and i'm getting cabin fever here . i might have to leave you if you don't get better soon . ❜ a jest , really , she couldn't leave him if she tried .

[4lexnilsen]

being called padre shouldn’t be alluring at all,  but alex’s intoxicated brain doesn’t seem to care.   his cheeks and neck remain flushed,  the rosiness must be infectious,  though,  as it begins to spread down his chest and all the way up to the tips of his ears as well.   his heart pounding so loud that he can’t help but wonder whether jesúsa can hear it.   it’s the only thing that he can hear.   “actually,  yeah,  i would,”   he replies,  matter-of-factly albeit with a chuckle,  struggling to get his sheepish nature under control.   she’s so beautiful and smells like wildflowers and sunny days,  and he keeps getting lost in her eyes…   but this is all wrong.   they’re both very drunk and nothing good ever comes from giving into drunken desires.   but the sound of her giggles is so disarmingly charming,  so innocent and cute…   “i grew up very religious,  have i ever told you that?   my father dragged all of us to church every sunday.   my youngest brother was a choir boy.   my mother always put on that one nice dress.”   life was simpler back then.   she chases his memories away,  grounding him with her touches and words,  forcing him to focus solely on her.   he sucks in a breath,  almost forgetting himself.   “i don’t think we should,  jesúsa…”   he clears his throat,  his brain not fully lucid yet not completely foggy either.   his hands finding hers,  keeping them in place,  his shirt half unbuttoned.   

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jesúsa's fingers were nimble in unbuttoning his shirt as alex spoke . she shifted on his lap , settling against his chest while their hips slotted together seemingly perfectly . she knew well how this went . she would kiss him until she was out of breath , roll her hips into his until his hands were grasping at her flesh and then they would

but alex's hands didn't reach for her hips , or her thighs , or her breasts . they reached for hers while they still unbuttoned his shirt and stopped her fingers from continuing . her eyes moved from his hands to his face , dark eyes searching his for some kind of answer .

she expected to see maybe guilt ? perhaps he had a wife at home . or maybe nerves ? was he inexperienced ? but his eyes gave her neither . her cheeks flushed and her stomach flipped in . . . embarrassment ? jesúsa swallowed and all of the heat that seemed to be building in the tent faded as though a freezing gust of wind had brushed through it .

❛ you are religious ? ❜ she asked , wondering if perhaps that was the issue . ❛ you know , we've both done plenty of things that will send us to hell before this moment , right ? satan isn't going to chase us down for a drunken fuck . . . ❜

[4lexnilsen]

alex has never heard the sound of jesúsa’s laugh before,  and can’t help the way his heart nearly jumps out of his chest as it reverberates in the air around them,  eliciting a chuckle of his own.   the night’s cool.   a gentle breeze dances through the vast,  open plains,  carrying the scent of dry earth and sagebrush.   beneath a canvas tent,  illuminated by the soft flicker of their campfire’s last embers,  they sit together,  his hands on her hips,  their bodies warm from both the whiskey they’ve shared and the heat of their closeness.   his breath hitching,  goosebumps appearing on his sun-kissed skin,  following her touch.

“padre alexander?   oh,  i’m starting to think you’ve had too much to drink…”   he laughs,  marveling at her,  so utterly enamored and bewitched that he couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if his life depended on it,  shaking his head as she feeds him all these sinful blasphemies.   it’s strangely alluring.   though,  maybe he’s just so intoxicated,  he’s lost all inhibitions.   “señorita ballo,”   his voice slurring,  alcohol buzzing in his veins,  but he still reaches a hand up,  touching her cheek.   lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he pulls her close.   “i’d love to bless you,  but i’m pretty sure you’re supposed to list all your wrongdoings,  show remorse and repent,  and only then you’re granted absolution.”   another laugh follows as he pulls back,  icy hues meeting her dark ones.   

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❛ you would be the expert , padre . ❜ jesúsa giggled again . she was blaming the warmth in her body on the whiskey and not from him or his touch . it was hard for her to let her guard down even when she was intoxicated , but it was different now . the only thing in her world or on her mind was him and the tent they shared .

jesúsa was used to how this typically went he wasn't the first she'd shared a tent with . when his hand moved she expected it to grab her ass , or her shirt , or her breasts , but it didn't . she almost jerked away from him when his fingers brushed against her cheek and her eyes widened . his touch was gentle and soft , and alex's lips brushed on the shell of her ear and she found herself blushing .

blushing . blushing and giggling .

she shook her head , curls swinging beside her face and jesúsa swallowed hard . she swallowed down these confusing feelings to replace them with ones that she knew . ❛ i can list all of my sins , padre , but it'd be a lie to say i have regrets . ❜ jesúsa's hands moved to his waist , slowly tugging at his shirt . ❛ i can show you a few of them , padre alexander . ❜

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@4lexnilsen said : ❛ in that case, i’m sure there’s priests who will happily take your confession. ❜  

a giggle left jesúsa's lips . she was sat on alex's lap , straddling him with her arms on his shoulders and her legs by his hips . her hand ran through the blonde curls at the nape of his neck and her nose brushed against his . she was buzzed , which was a polite way of saying that she was drunk . . . and right now , with alex here , she was giggly .

❛ you could be my priest . ❜ the outlaw giggled again , opening eyes dark as coal to meet his . they were almost like ice , or the ocean . . . but she didn't have enough of her mind left to come up with a good comparison . her other hand moved to his chin , then to his cheek , and her lips tugged into a smile before another giggle spilled forth . ❛ padre alexander . . . ❜ the hand on his cheek moved down his throat , then his chest . ❛ bless me , for i have sinned . ❜ she snorted and giggled . god , tomorrow she would be mortified acting like a school girl here .

[vincememes]

rdr2 starters

change pronouns as needed. all quotes were taken out of context from the game.

❛   greek myths are best in explaining the very punishment that imbue our daily existence.  ❜  

❛   prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation.    ❜  

❛   and the awareness of our isolation for everything holy.  ❜

❛   it’s enough to make a man drink.  ❜  

❛   you know… it’s not too late to repent.   ❜  

❛   in that case, i’m sure there’s priests who will happily take your confession.  ❜  

❛   when i go, i hope they cover my grave with roses.  ❜  

❛   when i die, i just want to be buried with friends. ❜  

❛   face me to the west so i can watch the setting sun & remember all the fine times we had. ❜  

❛   reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.  ❜  

❛   i’ve lived a bad life.   ❜  

❛   we’ve all lived bad lives. we all sin.  ❜  

❛   forgive me, but… that’s the problem. you don’t know you.  ❜  

❛   whenever we happen to meet, you’re always helping people and smiling.  ❜  

❛  i had a son… he passed away. ❜  

❛   i had a girl who loved me… i threw that away.  ❜  

❛    my momma died when i was a kid.    ❜  

❛    my daddy… well, i watched him die. and it weren’t soon enough.  ❜  

❛    life is full of pain. but there is also love, and beauty. ❜  

❛   be grateful that for the first time, you see your life clearly. ❜  

❛    perhaps you could help somebody? helping makes you really happy. ❜  

❛   there is nothing to be afraid of.  ❜  

❛   take a gamble that love exists, and do a loving act. ❜

❛ killing in cold blood, revenge, we all do bad things, but…  ❜  

❛   listen to me. when the time comes… you gotta run and don’t look back.  ❜  

❛   …we ain’t both gonna make it.  ❜  

❛   it would mean a lot to me… please.    ❜  

❛    all you can do now is decide the man you wanna be, for the time you have left.  ❜  

❛    i ain’t looking for forgiveness… it ain’t about that. ❜  

❛   don’t forgive me… just take the money and get outta here, please.  ❜  

❛    i know i ruined your life. i suffer for it every day.  ❜  

❛   but… don’t let yourself get killed for… for pride.  ❜  

❛   i’ve seen it kill too many folk.  ❜

❛   maybe when your mother is done mourning… i’ll keep her in black, on your behalf.  ❜  

❛    maybe we should cut you open and count the rings of whiskey.  ❜  

❛   you speak as if killing is something i cared about.  ❜  

❛   look, just do one thing or another…not be two people at once. that’s all i’m saying.  ❜  

❛   you was the sweetest little thing we ever saw…and the saddest.  ❜  

❛   it feels like… like our luck has turned… you know… and it ain’t turning back.   ❜  

❛    be loyal to what matters.  ❜  

❛   you and me, we ain’t decent… but those folk… they was.  ❜  

❛   this whole thing is pretty much done.    ❜  

❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  

❛   despite my best efforts to the contrary… it turns out i’ve won.  ❜ 

❛  we can’t change what’s done. we can only move on.    ❜  

❛   i gave you all i had… i did.  ❜  

❛   i wish things were different.  ❜