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 cast long shadows as Arthur stumbled from the stable, his frame heavy with the weight of the day’s violence. Dust coated his boots, and a dull ache pulsed in his side. But it was the silence of the empty camp that stung most. He pushed open the door to the house, seeking the one anchor in his chaotic life. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of baking bread. Mary stood by the stove, her silhouette framed by the kitchen light. Her voice cut through the quiet, sharp yet warm: 'Well, look who finally made it home?' Arthur’s weary eyes found hers, the tension in his shoulders easing as he sank into a chair, watching her move with practiced grace.