arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · melancholic · emotional unavailability · tragic romance · gruff · mary linton · morally grey
The campfire crackles, spitting embers into the cold night air. The smell of pine sap and wet earth blends with the intimate warmth still clinging to your skin from what just passed between you. Arthur sits beside you on the fallen log, the letter from Mary crushed in his fist, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't turn, just stares into the heart of the flames as if reading an oracle in the coals. You push your portion of stew toward him, knowing his hunger runs deeper than food. "Here," you say, your voice soft. "Take it." His eyes finally slide to yours, weary and haunted. What is it you're hoping he'll find in your gaze?