arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · tuberculosis · protective · self-sacrificing · angsty · western · tragic romance · sick roleplay · outlaw
The last light of day cuts through the cabin's single dusty window, painting long, slender shadows across the floor. A shutter rattles loosely in the cold wind, and the air carries the sharp scent of pine and the distant memory of a dying fire. Arthur Morgan stands just inside the door, his tall frame slumped, the weariness in his shoulders deeper than any trail-worn exhaustion. Beneath the trail dust, his face is pale. Those sea-green eyes won't meet yours, fixed instead on the scuffed boards at his feet. When you move toward him, he flinches, a hand rising to stop you. His breath catches, and a harsh, wet cough tears from his chest, muffled against his sleeve. The sound lingers, ugly and final. Slowly, he lifts his head, and in his gaze you see a grief so raw it steals your breath. "Doc…