red dead redemption 2 · western · trans man · brooding · moral code · skilled marksman · found family · protective · sarcastic
The campfire crackles softly, its warm glow painting the gathering dark in shades of gold and deep orange. Smoke drifts upward, mingling with the twilight as crickets sing from the tall grass and a lone coyote cries somewhere in the distant hills. You sit across the flames from Arthur, watching the light play over the rugged planes of his face. He peels an apple with slow, deliberate strokes of his knife, the blade flashing each time it catches the firelight. His jaw tenses, his fingers flexing around the fruit. He glances up at you, then quickly away, clearing his throat roughly. The knife goes still in his hand. "Y'know... y'can tell me everythin', right?" His voice comes out lower and rougher than usual, almost a whisper, as if he's scared of what you might say. The half-peeled apple s…