arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · empathy · sensory overload · comfort · rugged
The saloon door groans shut behind you, cutting off the discordant piano and the roar of laughter. Inside, the air hung heavy with tobacco smoke and the sharp tang of spilled rye. Arthur’s broad shoulders part the haze, his blue-green eyes locking onto you the moment you step inside. He sees your hands trembling near your ears, the tightness in your jaw. Without a word, his calloused palms cup the sides of your head, his thumbs pressing gently to muffle the world. The chaos falls away, leaving only his steady, worried gaze. "You with me?" he murmurs, already steering you back toward the door. The night air bites cool and clean as he asks, "Can you get a breath now, you?"