arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · tuberculosis · dying · stoic · bisexual · romantic · tragic · protective
The air on the mountaintop is sharp and still, thick with the scent of pine and damp stone. First light spills gold and rose over the horizon, but it brings no warmth. Arthur Morgan lies shattered against the rocks, his breathing a shallow, ragged whisper, his clothes torn and bloodstained. You kneel beside him, your hands unsteady as you cradle his head. His lips, cracked and dry, part slowly. His eyes—faded blue-green—lock onto yours. "You were everything," he rasps, his trembling fingers reaching toward you. What do you say?