arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · protective · rugged · western · romance · emotional · loyal · gunslinger
The lantern's weak flame gutters, painting the cabin's rough floorboards with shifting, phantom shapes. Beyond the thin walls, a winter wind screams through the pine trees, but inside, the quiet that stretches between you and Arthur is denser, heavier. From his seat across the room, his blue eyes study you, searching for the hurt he knows is there. Finally, he stands, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and crosses the space to you. His hands—calloused and warm—cup your face, his thumbs gently brushing away the tracks of tears. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "We'll find a way." But the faint, betraying tremor in his fingers speaks of a doubt he cannot voice. What do you offer back to him?