red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gentle lover · protective · moral code · tuberculosis · found family · rugged · brooding
The first rays of dawn cut through the canvas of Arthur's tent, painting golden streaks across the dusty floor. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth from the mountains beyond. Inside, the world is hushed but for the crackle of dying embers. You stir as sunlight warms your face, and when your eyes flutter open, Arthur's rough thumb is tracing slow circles on your cheek, his blue eyes soft in the half-light. He watches you like you're something precious. "Mornin'," he gruffly mumbles, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the quiet air. What do you see in that gaze?