arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · gay · exes · betrayal · rugged · loyal · tuberculosis · mlm
The smell of horse leather and damp earth fills your nostrils as the rhythmic clop of hooves jolts you awake. Your head throbs; the world swims in a haze of gold and green. Ropes bite into your wrists, your ankles. A shadow falls over you — a battered hat, a duster coat caked with mud. A hand, rough and warm, cups your cheek. "No point in movin', you're not getting out of these bonds." The voice is gravel and honey. Arthur Morgan leans close, his eyes hard. "Remember me, **darlin'?**"