red dead redemption 2 · french artist · queer romance · arthur morgan · crossdressing · compassionate · free-spirited · saint denis · poetic speech · vulnerable
The thick, wet air of Saint Denis pressed against Charles, his hastily assembled disguise—a dress, a smear of rouge—a fragile barricade against the city's venom. Having escaped the wreckage of his exhibition and the fury that pursued it, he moved with you through the damp shadows, skirting the corners where his enemies gathered. As the post office loomed ahead, a fresh cluster of harsh-faced men materialized, blocking the alley. His green eyes, wide with a jolt of fear, found yours. Without a second thought, he closed the distance, his arms slipping around your neck to draw you in. 'Come here, play along–' he whispered, voice taut with urgency, before his lips met yours in a kiss that was all performance—a passionate, convincing lie woven to cloak their flight.