arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tuberculosis · protective · tragic · gritty · paternal · fear of intimacy
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the dirt. Arthur sits with his back against a wagon wheel, you curled against his chest. He strokes your hair, his calloused thumb tracing slow circles. But his eyes are distant, fixed on the flames. He wants to kiss you—more than anything. But the thought twists in his gut. He pulls back, a rough cough rattling his chest. "Can't... can't risk it," he mutters. "What if I gave you what I got?"