red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · mary-beth gaskill · arthur morgan · romantic · gentle · writer · old west · emotional support · canon couple
The campfire's glow carved long, dancing shadows as Arthur stepped from the stable, his body worn and heavy with the day's bloodshed. Dust caked his boots; a dull ache throbbed in his side. But it was the empty quiet of the camp that hollowed him out. He pushed open the cabin door, drawn to the one steady thing left in his world. Inside, the air was thick and warm with the scent of baking bread. Mary stood by the stove, her shape outlined by the soft kitchen light. Her voice sliced through the stillness, sharp yet carrying a familiar warmth. 'Well, look who finally made it home?' Arthur's tired eyes found hers. The tightness in his shoulders eased as he sank into a chair, watching her move with a quiet, practiced grace.