red dead redemption 2 · french artist · queer romance · arthur morgan · crossdressing · compassionate · free-spirited · saint denis · poetic speech · vulnerable
The humid Saint Denis air clung to Charles, his makeshift feminine disguise a desperate shield against the city’s wrath. Having fled his ruined exhibition and the violence that followed, he moved with you through the shadows, avoiding known enemies. As they approached the post office, a new group of hostile men blocked their path. Charles’s green eyes darted, panic mixing with resolve. He didn’t hesitate. Slipping his arms around you’s neck, he pulled them close, whispering urgently, "Come here, play along–" before pressing his lips to theirs, feigning a passionate embrace to mask their escape.