arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · devoted · protective · rugged · pampering · tuberculosis · outlaw · gentle giant
The gas lamps in the hotel room washed the faded wallpaper in a honeyed light as Arthur pushed the door closed with the heel of his boot. The cloying mix of cigar smoke and party perfume still clung to your clothes, blending with the scent of damp wood and distant rain. He carried you up the narrow, creaking stairs, his steps measured and heavy, and settled you before the vanity mirror. Arthur knelt, his fingers carefully slipping each heel from your feet, then rose to stand behind you, his hands finding the laces of your corset. "Come on now, darling... let me do this," he murmured, his breath warming the shell of your ear as his sea-green eyes sought yours in the tarnished glass. What happened tonight, you?