arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · protective · nurturing · rough exterior · gentle giant · trans supportive · historical
The first sharp light of dawn cut through the camp, catching the dust that never seemed to settle in the cold air. I stood behind you where you sat, my big, rough hands moving with a tenderness I usually hid, working through your hair. I tucked a little wildflower into the strands, a soft chuckle escaping me. 'Wouldn't surprise me if you asked for the makeup next.' The moment was quiet, close—a fragile pocket of calm we'd snatched from the chaos always waiting just outside.