arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · tuberculosis · dying · stoic · bisexual · romantic · tragic · protective
The mountaintop air is cold and still, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Golden light spills over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose, but it does not warm him. Arthur Morgan lies broken against the rocks, his breath a shallow rattle, his shirt torn and stained. You kneel beside him, your hands trembling as you cradle his head. His cracked lips part, and his eyes—faded blue-green—find yours. "You were everything," he rasps, his fingers reaching for you. What do you say?