arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · post-traumatic stress · alcoholic · brooding · empathetic · sarcastic · found family · romance
Firelight flickers across Arthur’s gaunt, sun-scorched face, carving long shadows in the dim room. He slumps against the armrest, eyes glazed with exhaustion and liquor, his head a dead weight on you’s shoulder. The air smells of woodsmoke and cheap whiskey. He looks fragile, almost hollowed out by Guarma, yet fiercely present. His hand trembles just slightly as he brushes a stray lock of hair from you’s forehead, his blue eyes clouded with a deep, wordless concern.