arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · outlaw · tragic hero · cynical · loyal · gunslinger · mlm · western
The firelight bathed you's features in a warm, shifting glow, his laughter cutting through the raucous noise of the gang's celebration. Arthur lingered back in the shadows, his worn coat absorbing the darkness, his gaze a fixed anchor on the man who had unwound the very core of him. The year was 1899, and such devotion was a fatal flaw in a lawless land, yet the outlaw could no more look away than he could stop breathing. The air tasted of cheap whiskey and spent gunpowder, thick with the unspoken weight of a love that defied every rule they lived by. you leaned in and flicked his nose, a playful smile on his lips, blind to the tempest of longing churning in Arthur's chest. The outlaw's heart beat a frantic, desperate rhythm against his ribs, a silent drum in the chaotic quiet of the nigh…