*COYOTE / SINNER.

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   a new member of the gang with an ounce of english to help him get by with the others and yet somehow the skinny, young mexican failed to ask for seconds when it came to meal time. javier wasn’t one who wanted to seem like a burden and with how much pearson fussed about rationing and weight pulling, he didn’t feel like stirring up the conversation about him being another leech without a purpose. so, javier would still starve throughout the night and until next meal time, usually being in the evening. but it all changes the day hosea comes to sit down at the table with him, unreadable for an old man but oddly intimidating with his aura. he radiated not murder ( although it was underlying ) but wisdom and care. what a very scary, scary thing for javier escuella. the second hosea speaks about javier being finished first all the time, the younger becomes a tad bit bashful and drops his eyes, not bothering to comment on why. he can feel the man’s eyes still locked on him and when he moves, javier watches him curiously.

  the night was still and quiet like always, especially when javier got caught up in his thoughts. he didn’t anyone would be awake and if so, they probably wouldn’t join him by the fire during his moment of near undressed– in a state of dishevel and unkempt. escuella values his appearance far more than most would think, so his guard is completely down. fingers drag away a red, silken necktie, his last garment of upper body clothing before its tossed on the chair so he can slide the hair tie free. that’s when he hears the jingle of spurs and movement behind him, and though javier knows who’s bold enough to join, he still glares over his shoulder to make sure it’s arthur morgan. they don’t make eye contact ( thank god ) due to his hair framing his cheekbones but he feels…exposed so suddenly. the fire illuminates those scars on his back, showing all his struggle, all the fights and near losses just to live in a world where he wasn’t wanted. funny, he thinks, that had he not fought then none of what he has now would exist. ❛and here i assumed you were staying at the hotel in rhodes.❜

   coyote grin spreads a mile once he finally turns around to face the older outlaw who’s shockingly closer to him than he previously thought. he says nothing as arthur mutter something about too much civilization and takes a seat, hand slicking damp strands from his forehead. normally he’d rush putting a shirt on and looking fancy, not a button missed nor a hair out of place, but he catches something that makes his heart jolt disgustingly hard. morgan’s eyes are locked on his neck in a way that looks more like confusion than judgement. javier swallows, dark eyes glaring dangerously despite his silence. he assumes the other will say something stupid. some fucked up sense of humor that wouldn’t be shared between them this time. however, it’s the opposite and his expression drastically changes into vulnerability. his scar represents why he cannot give a half of himself, why he’s even here in the first place. it’s a reminder that while those who love him are taken away, he’s also selfish enough to be taken away from them in a means of protection.

    ❛loyalty and love, amigo. you think they’re two different meanings because they don’t have much in common. but you throw trust in the middle and you find yourself doing all kind of things for that person.❜ he pauses momentarily to inhale, lifting a finger to drag it across the scar in a slicing manner. ❛i can still hear her screams when he did it, you know. i thought– i was willing to die for her, that’s all i know. he wasn’t an easy opponent but i managed to kill him in the end. after all, i couldn’t fucking die like a fucking coward that he thought i was. it was stupid to kill a powerful man, especially someone with military ties, but i didn’t think. all i knew is i loved her and she was worth dying for.❜

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   guns blazing and bullets bouncing off the wood of some shitty cabin that arthur and javier managed to take shelter inside before the o’driscols put a round between their eyes, things can be noted that hunting didn’t go as planned. the morning had started off casual; arthur protesting that hunting with javier was either gonna be funny or he’d see the mexican get eaten by a bear ( the latter being his preferred ) much to javier’s grumpy curses. he’s not a morning person and the jokes were met with glares from beneath the brim of his hat as they rode away from horseshoe and into the woods. he has to admit, arthur’s teachings were hilarious, especially when he tried to catch a deer with his bare hands and got trampled instead. point is, their morning was going well at first until they ended up shot at and forced inside a cabin. ❛what’s your plan, big guy ?❜ comes escuella’s voice over the onslaught of gunfire and glass shattering. he watches arthur’s expressions rapidly change across his face as he ponders the ideas going through his mind before eyes set ‘pon javier’s side and the blood blooming through expensive fabric.

   it’s a huge argument over javier being shot and it being a flesh wound, ending with them butting heads because arthur is telling him to go. to leave him behind and get back to camp. he’ll catch up later and all the things that escuella never wants to fucking hear coming from morgan. this isn’t a request but a command judging by the deep growl in the older man’s tone, enough to make any man cower and obey. but unfortunately for arthur, javier is one stubborn bastard who growls back about how he wasn’t leaving arthur to die. ❛damn you, escuella.❜ arthur hisses, shoving past the damned outlaw and putting some distance between them…actually a lot of fucking distance. it takes the younger a moment to catch on and when he does, out come the scoldings. ❛no, don’t you fucking dare ! arthur, be reasonable about this for one fucking second, you godda–❜

“Not quite made for harsh winter conditions huh?” John only considered the offer to sit for a moment before settling down. Only hesitating unsure of how likely he was to catch what had Javier so miserable, but shrugged it off. Reasoning the fact that if he hadn’t caught his death sooner he wouldn’t now once in warmer conditions, “Evidently neither am I,” he smiled a little.

At the question regarding his scars he caught himself poking at the sore skin around them, “Miserable. I feel like scatching half my face off and make it worse than it already is.”

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FOLLOWING  A  LOUD  GRUNT    &    A  SNORT ,     the  man  further  bows  his  head  towards  the  fire ,    elbows  shifting  to  rest  ‘pon  his  thighs ,    face  concealed  enough ,    perhaps ,    to  hide  the  SUBTLE  GRIN  tugging  insistently  at  his  lips .     there  is  truly  little  surprise  in  the  other’s  teasing  gesture  ;     unlike  bill ,    strauss  or  pearson ,    javier  would  always  react  POSITIVELY ,     both  he    &    arthur     sharing  this  characteristic  sense  for  torment ,   mischief    &    tease  towards  those  surrounding  them     ━━━     &    while  arthur  would  display  the  trait  towards  any  kind  of  VICTIMS ,    javier’s  efforts  remain  rare  enough  for  morgan  to  read  in  it  a  show  of  special  affection    &    fondness ,    bestowed  upon  a  blessed  few .     feigning  indifference  when  the  other  speaks  again ,    morgan  lights  himself  another  cigarette ,    silently  hands  one  to  javier .          ❝     ‘ angel ’     ?     shit ,    m’   glad   i   ain’t   DEAF   jus’   so’s   i   could   hear   that   loada   bullshit .     angel …     heheh ,    gimme   a   break .     ❞

&    he’s  downright  LAUGHING     ━━━     not  too  loud ,    or  else  miss  grimshaw’ll  show  up ,    SHOTGUN  in  hand ,    threatening  them  both  to     ‘ keep  quiet    &    head  off  to  bed ,    already ’     ━━━     as  javier’s  eyes  circumvent  the  cover  of  his  hat  to  meet  his  gaze    &    make  his  point  a  second  time .          ❝     ━━━    HEY     !!!     ❞          a  hand  reaches  to  LIFT  the  brim  of  his  hat  from  his  eyes ,    casually  placing  it  atop  the  back  of  his  head  to  ensure  no  further  ATTEMPT  at  pulling  the  stunt  comes  from  the  other ,    but  the  falsely  annoyed  glare    &    grimace  ‘pon  arthur  morgan’s  features  are  nothing  more  than  a  MASK ,    as  javier  should  easily  recognize .          ❝     listen ,    smart   mouth ,    no   one ,    an’   especially   not   you’d   tol’   me   the   coffee   was   steamin’   hot .     but   if   you   wanna   go   there ,    how’s   about   that   time   you   came   strollin’   back   here   with   a   wild   boar ,    sayin’   how   pearson   could   COOK   IT   UP   for   dinner …     ‘cept   it   turned   out   y’   hadn’t   killed   it   proper   an’   it   damn   near   WRECKED   the   entire   camp     ?!     ❞          a  wide  grin ,    voice  louder  as  he  laughs  again .          ❝     brother ,    there’s   a   reason   i   don’t   go   huntin’   wit’   chu .     ❞          &    IN  TURN ,    arthur’ll  reach    &     swat  the  brim  of  javier’s  hat ,    the  sudden  gesture  seeing  the  hat  fly  from  his  head    &    land  a  few  feet  behind .

    ❛  yeah, i said it. angel, which would be me since i’m always clean and not covered in mud and blood-- i won’t even go into the time you came back looking like a ripper. ❜  his tone drops into a hissed whisper as he struggles to contain the rise in octave and wake the entire camp due to his point proving. however, the second arthur is laughing at his continuous teases, a warmth of happiness and satisfaction fills javier’s cold heart, causing a laugh to bubble out ( A BIT TOO LOUDLY ) and he’s muffling the noise into the side of arthur’s shoulder momentarily before sitting up to accept the smoke. after lighting it up, breathing out a peaceful puff of nicotine, javier had effectively assaulted morgan’s hat just so he could peer into the man’s eyes. call escuella a fool, but he does like seeing the light from the fire dance against the raging seas when arthur got into moods where he looked ten years younger. it doesn’t last long though and ‘pon his retort, javier arches his brows and leans forward.

   it’s only been a few months since javier joined the van der linde gang and started to settle into their lifestyle. he was still struggling to understand english, an insecurity which had more than often ended up with the young mexican sitting off to himself while the rest of the gang partied and danced until they got dizzy. dutch had no issues with javier’s silence, noting that as long as he knew how to shoot a gun and where to pledge his loyalty, he would come around in due time. said due time was often never a given since majority of the gang wanted to include him in a lot of their activities-- they were more of a family than a bunch of rowdy misfits ganged together.

   a train robbery had been well tonight and thanks to arthur morgan, the score went according to plan. being partnered up with such an intimidating outlaw for the first time made escuella nervous, but somehow he made his english work enough for him to be a good partner for the older man. now they were all celebrating; nothing but hoots and hollers over dutch’s beloved phonograph playing a suddenly beautiful tune. javier vaguely looks up to see why the song changed and goes back to sharpening his knife, foot tapping subconsciously to the sweet melody.

   the moonlight bathing his skin in colors of the exotic sands from his native home was blocked by a looming figure whom he assumed was perhaps one of the men looking to get him drunk and involved, but to his surprise, it was annabelle. he blinks a few times as she kneels, the moon once again illuminating scars and dusky flesh he so often was judged for and he sets aside his knife in the grass. he understands her, but the sudden widening of his eyes could seem as if he didn’t. a dance-- perhaps javier was a lot more shy and awkward than he had previously been back home with his lover. he was a charmer, a tease and such a flirt with her, yet stripped away from all he knows and within new territory, that bold casanova is missing. when she takes his hands and pulls him to his feet, he doesn’t stop her, assuming the dancing role with ease. fingers laced with one hand, while his arm snaked around her waist respectfully.

    ❛  ah, i suppose that’s mostly my fault. ❜  they rarely had the time to meet one another because of javier’s distance he’s put between himself and his newfound companions. a timid smile finds his lips as he begins to lead her into a waltz, quite skillful in the art of dancing now that he’s participating. annabelle is polite and kind, much like dutch who’s saved him from starvation and death. the least he can do is try to warm up and make some friends.  ❛  i apologize if i uh..mess up my words or don’t understand what you’re saying, i’m still learning. ❜  he admits bashfully, twirling the young woman before sweeping back into a slow, graceful step.

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          SHE’S LIKE A FIRE he’s drawn to, flickering and fluttering against the winds and storms that threatened to extinguish her. rare it was to see fear in her eyes, see her wandering around the shack so clueless as she searched for blankets just for him and muttered about it all just being a mess. he didn’t want her to find out about what happened in guarma, about the gunshot and torture because he knew this would be the one thing that set her off in a terrible way. ❝tilly,❞ javier calls in almost a whisper, gaze tracking her movements from the bed and then he hears the softest SOBBED inhale, followed by a sniffle. it’s a sound sharper than the knife which had graced his throat all those years ago, more painful than any torture or bullet to the leg. if he could endure all of it at once for the sake of seeing her happy and smiling, he would. calling her out only serves in DENIAL and javier rolls his eyes before pushing himself up off the bed, limping to where she stood.

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        HE’S USUALLY ALWAYS QUIET around camp, more than likely smoking or oiling down his gun ( POLISHING HIS BOOTS IS A DAILY HABIT ) until someone said something to him. even then, his answers were soft and short, often cared further unless he felt a particular interest in the topic or was in the mood for conversation. today, he’s exhausted from a shift of being on guard and patrolling the premises of shady belle in laps and once he takes a seat, the groan he emits can be heard for miles it seems. no one questions him, no one spares him a glance because this is NORMAL for javier. smoke is whipped out, lit and by the gods he thinks the tobacco is the most soothing thing at that very moment. the very second his head tips back and his tension is exhaled out, a familiar voice sounds in his ear. ah, kassandra. the mysterious woman who always seemed to CARE about what he did and how he felt even on his best days.

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