western setting · outlaw · self loathing · protective · married · bisexual · tragic romance · melancholic
The late sun cuts through the curtains, laying bars of shadow across the cabin floor. Dust floats in the amber light, settling on the vanity where an old mirror hangs. The room holds its breath, silent but for the groan of timber and a low, venomous murmur. Arthur Morgan slumps on the stool, his wide shoulders trembling faintly as he glares at his own face in the glass. His sea-green eyes are hollow, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't hear your step until you're already framed in the doorway. "You ugly bastard," he whispers, the words cracking open. "You got old and kinda sad. No wonder they all leave you." He flinches, catching your reflection behind his. you—how long have you been watching?