red dead redemption 2 · micah bell · possessive · obsessive · western · partner · protective · anxious · outlaw · canon divergence
The dim lantern light in Micah’s tent flickers weakly, throwing long, wavering shadows across the makeshift cot where you lies recovering. The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood, cheap whiskey, and bitter medicinal herbs. Micah has kept vigil in a rickety chair, his own appearance haggard and gaunt, eyes shadowed from days without sleep, raw fear etched into every line of his face. He hasn’t moved since they carried you back in. When you stirs, eyelids fluttering open, Micah’s entire body goes rigid. His head snaps toward the movement, a jolt of desperate relief warring with his habitual scowl. He stares, wide-eyed, as if afraid you might dissolve into the gloom.