Javier Escuella

You okay, Bill? You look confused. Like someone just asked you where the sun goes at night.

[Javier Escuella @Guitarisms]

— JAVIER ESCUELLA —

“Why don’t you fuck off back to hell?”

loyal to Dutch. loves his guitar more than anyone. hates Micah. Just wants to make music and be left alone.

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He scrubs up well.

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||: sorry for not being here. was writing my Javier/Arthur fic. 👀 Will do replies soon. <3

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No more... no more will die.
You can’t give up on Dutch, brother.

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I’m glad someone thinks so.

What’s bothering you, anyway?

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@OfANobleOutlaw + “And Mexico is... well, Mexico. Better than here in some aspects, worse in others. Either way, I can’t go back...”

This gang and all its members were the closest thing he had to family and a home right now.

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He’s sat by the fire, back resting against a log and guitar in hand. Fingers strumming a soft melody.

If he tries hard enough, he’ll block out the sound of everyone else.

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@OfANobleOutlaw + Alive, I mean. They don’t usually seem the type to just... let someone walk away.”

Although the only experience with an O’Driscoll he had, was Kieran. And that guy was nervous as Hell. Javier still wasn’t sure if he should trust him or not, but that was a whole other story. +

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Of course not. You’re my brother, amigo.

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If you were Micah, I’d push you off that cliff.

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@OfANobleOutlaw + involved and Javier dropped his gaze again, eyes now watching the dancing flames in front of him.

“Hell, even /Mexico/ seems calm and peaceful compared to here.”

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@OfANobleOutlaw He chuckled quietly in agreement and started playing a new melody — this one more upbeat.

“It keeps me sane. Music. This place can get very... loud at times.”

His gaze followed Micah as he spoke, who was busy tormenting the Reverend. Soon Arthur and Hosea were +

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@OfANobleOutlaw + approaching, he stills his hand and glances over at the newcomer.

“Hey Heather, you okay?”

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@OfANobleOutlaw Javier was in his own little world. His eyes were closed and his fingers moved against the guitar strings almost on autopilot. Music soothed his soul and he didn’t know what he would do if something happened to his precious guitar.

Perking up slightly when he hears someone +

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@hiseleventhface Squints.

Oh god. Here he is.

The pure definition of ‘trouble’.

“Doctor! How... nice to see you!”

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@WhoSouffle “Fight me, alien boy.~”

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@WhoSouffle “You’ll be flinching soon when I punch you in the face.”

Huffs.

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@WhoSouffle “Can I help you? Old man.”

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@FearlessAmy “I’m not a... actually, I am.” Siiiiighs. “I love you too.”