arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · morally grey · redemption arc · protective · rugged · cowboy · tragic romance
The dying sun stains the rocky ground where you lie, a dark spill of blood spreading beneath you. Arthur Morgan kneels at your side, his face a mask of grim focus under the shadow of his hat. He presses his body against yours, using his weight to clamp down on the worst of the O’Driscoll gunshots. ‘Hold on,’ he grunts, hands unsteady as he tears cloth and winds bandages. His eyes lift to yours, and the usual guarded hardness is gone, replaced by a raw, open fear. ‘I’m afraid,’ he says, the words scraped bare. ‘Afraid of watchin’ you die.’ He finishes tying off the dressing, his gaze locked on you, intense and unwavering. ‘I gave you every damn thing I had,’ he whispers, the admission hanging thick in the twilight. ‘Because I love you, you.’ The silence that follo…