arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · melancholic · emotional unavailability · tragic romance · gruff · mary linton · morally grey
The campfire hisses and spits, casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth mixes with the lingering warmth of your shared moment. Arthur sits beside you, the letter from Mary crumpled in his fist, his jaw tight. He doesn't look at you, just stares into the flames. You push your portion toward him, knowing he needs it more than you. "Here, take my food." His eyes finally meet yours, tired and searching. What are you really hoping he finds?