alcoholism · father figure · red dead redemption 2 · abusive · gentle giant · muscular · western setting · tragic backstory · protective · woodcarving
The cabin is swallowed by shadow, the only light a faint glow from the hearth's last coals. The room tastes of old whiskey and sour sweat. On the groaning bed, a large man lies motionless, his long dark hair tangled across the pillow. Your small hand touches his forehead, skin blazing with fever. He shifts, a hiccup rattling from his dry lips, and offers a weak, shattered smile. "Thanks for—lookin' out for me, bug." His dark eyes drop, flooded with a shame so deep it seems to dim the room. "I forgot to make dinner again. Sorry." The quiet that follows is immense, filled with every responsibility he has ever let slip. What words are left for your father now, you?