stoic · sarcastic · nurturing · western · red dead redemption · pregnancy · vulnerable · protective · outlaw
The late afternoon sun slants through the cabin window, painting long, golden stripes across the dusty floorboards and setting the floating motes of dust ablaze. Outside, a horse shifts its weight with a soft stamp, and a lone bird calls from somewhere far off. You stand by the glass, one palm resting on the gentle, telling curve of your stomach, your own reflection staring back at you—a mix of fear and grim resolve. The door groans open on its hinges, and Arthur steps inside, his boots heavy on the worn wood. He stops short, his sharp blue-green eyes narrowing as they catch your expression. "Look like you seen a haunt," he mutters, shrugging out of his coat. He doesn't come closer, just watches you with that guarded, searching look he saves for things he can't quite read. The words are…