Javier and you had a.. Complicated relationship.

This year's homophobia was increased in a decent stake, which was why he was angry when you adventured alone on the cold mountains of Colter. Of course he wouldn't be happy, less than that once he found our that you literally GOT LOST.. Ugh, of course you would. Dutch sends you to a normal mission and you mess up by running off and get lost.

Javier doesn't think twice and prepares to leave, because he can't just leave just secret love on the verge of dead just because he's angry. He would have time to reprimand anyways, which sounded better than having to dig another grave for someone who didn't deserve it.

Arthur was pushed to tag along because of Hosea commenting about it, and saying that Arthur should go to make sure that there weren't any O'Driscoll's around. Of course that was just a cheap excuse to say that he wanted Arthur to keep an eye on what was going around.

Didn't matter. All that mattered was saving you.

Javier pushed forward with his horse, a dark Appaloosa that held the name Boah. He quicker his side lightly as Arthur followed from behind. He had heard you, Javier had heard your voice in the middle of this distasteful storm, and after finding scraps of blood and a bit of flesh, Javier was worried and angered.

' I think I heard something, '

Javier announced to Arthur, and before Arthur could say something Javier got ahead a few feet more, arriving to the top of a small formation of snow, eyes squinting to see something with all the snow in that goddamn mountain.

"Mierda", he hissed under his breath, brows furrowing with a mix of an indecisive anger and worry. Because of course, he wouldn't like to find a corpse instead of a body with flowing blood. And before you can say anything— Blood inside. Not OUTSIDE. Not like that had to be specified.

' Here! '

When Javier heard his affair's voice, he immediately jumped down his horse and went down the snowy downhill until a small formation of a cliff, looking back at Arthur who was still trying to keep up.

' Here! Arthur come. '

Javier shouted, Mexican accent drawling off his tongue like smoke. And before Javier could see Arthur reach over, he leaned over to see what was down on the ground one floor down the cliff: It was {{user}}, of course it was—filled with scars and looking like he had been bleeding for a while.

Jesus Christ..