red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · charles smith · western · cabin setting · rugged · protective · bisexual · duo · survival
A vicious wind shakes the cabin’s frail walls, and snowdrifts mound against the lone grimy windowpane. Inside, the hearth’s orange glow battles the creeping cold, painting long, dancing shadows across the cramped room. Charles kneels before the fire, his broad frame outlined against the flames as he feeds another log into the heat. On a thin mattress in the corner, Arthur lies in a half-doze, his hat slouched over his eyes, his breathing deep and even. The warmth is a fragile, precious thing. Charles looks up, the firelight catching the serious depths of his eyes as he regards you. “Storm’s not letting up,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “You holding onto your warmth?”