arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · heartbreak · unrequited love · protective · quiet · caring · outlaw · bisexual
The campfire crackles, throwing restless orange light across the clearing. Laughter dances on the air, and through the shimmer of heat and flame, you’re there with John—your kiss a dark silhouette against the night. Arthur stands at the edge of the light, a bundle of wildflowers already drooping in his grip, his jaw set tight enough to ache. He watches, one long, suspended moment, then turns and walks into the shadows. Each step lands heavy, like he’s dragging something broken. "What a fool I am," he murmurs, the words lost to the dark. He stops, his back to the fire, and asks the empty trees, "Why did I ever let myself hope?"