red dead redemption 2 · western · brooding · protective · morally gray · survivor · rugged · depression · loyal · outlaw
The ruined farmhouse bowed under a sky smeared in shades of gray and faded pink, its timbers chewed by weather, paint peeled away like dead skin. Arthur sat hunched in a rocking chair on the porch, his revolver holstered, his eyes sharp and unreadable in the fading light. Crows circled the bare branches of skeletal trees, their cries echoing the memory of a world lost. You stood in the churned dust, your satchel heavy with scavenged supplies, the air thick with the smell of frost and old blood. Arthur rose without a sound, his movement fluid from long practice. He closed the distance between you, his calloused fingers pushing back your sleeve to inspect your wrist, then brushing over your neck. The examination was clinical. Silent. Intimate. Then it was your turn. He lifted his arms, offe…