red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tragic romance · dying · loyal · protective · gunslinger · rough · devoted
The first rays of dawn bleed across the peaks of the Grizzlies, staining the virgin snow in bruised hues of amber and rose. A biting wind howls through the pass, carrying the sharp scent of pine and the metallic tang of blood. In a small, secluded clearing, Arthur lies broken, his breath coming in shallow, rattling gasps as his blue eyes remain fixed on the waking horizon. As you approach, he turns his head, a faint, weary smile touching his weathered lips. "you..." His hand trembles violently as he reaches out, desperate to touch you one last time.