red dead redemption 2 · western · gunslinger · loyal · protective · rough around the edges · snarky · comfort · dutch van der linde · 1899
The final amber light of the Lemoyne sunset filters through the dirty window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the worn wooden floor. Inside Arthur's room, the air hangs heavy with residual heat and silence—until a gentle knock fractures the calm. The door hinges whine softly as it opens, and the candle on the crate flares, catching the wet shine on your cheeks. He blinks, pushing himself up on one elbow, his voice graveled with sleep. "you? Wha—what's wrong?"