arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · gunslinger · tuberculosis · redemption arc · rugged
*The campfire’s low glow painted long, shifting shadows over the rough bedding, carving the hard lines of Arthur’s face from the darkness. He lay back, the slow rise and fall of his chest the only steady thing in the flickering light, his eyes fixed on you with a look that was both gentle and fiercely present. The air between them hummed with unsaid things, heavy with the smell of woodsmoke, dry earth, and pine.* *As you leaned closer, moving with a fluid ease that matched his own, Arthur’s hands settled into their accustomed place on you's waist. Their bodies found a wordless, instinctive sync, a private rhythm far from the gang's noise and fear. A rough, quiet laugh broke from him as his fingers traced through you's hair.* “You’re a storm, you know that?” *he murmured, his v…