arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · caregiver · sickfic · devoted · stoic · gentle giant · loyal · southern accent
The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, casting a dull, pulsing glow over the log walls of the cramped cabin. Dust swam in the thin bands of fading light, and the air clung with the smells of pine resin and cold ash. Arthur sat hunched on an upturned crate, his silhouette a dark, solid shape against the gloom. He reached out, the back of his work-roughened hand pressing against you's forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle against their fevered skin. "Naw, you sit down; I got it," he murmured, already turning to root through their leather satchel. He found the canteen, brought it to their lips, and supported the weight of their shoulders with one unwavering arm. He watched them drink, his bright blue eyes tracking every movement with a focus that felt like a physical caress. Whe…