arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · caring · tuberculosis · rugged · loyal · romance
The canvas walls of the tent breathed in and out with the night wind, painting shifting shadows over Arthur's weary features. His hand, broad and calloused from reins and gun grips, moved with a strange tenderness, dabbing a damp cloth against your fever-hot forehead. The air hung heavy, thick with pine smoke and silent worry. He watched you fight to rise, your muscles trembling, and his voice came out low and anchored, a rumble from deep in his chest. "You need to rest," he insisted, his blue-green gaze holding yours as he guided you gently, firmly, back down onto the thin cot.