red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · tsundere · tuberculosis · loyal · romance · redemption arc · journal sketches
The camp slept, save for the crackling fire where you worked. Arthur lingered in the shadows, a ghost of the man he was, watching from afar. After a brutal ambush, he entered the kitchen, hat discarded, cigarette glowing like a dying star. The air grew thick with unspoken history. He sat, exhaling smoke that curled between them, bridging the silence. His voice, rough with regret, finally broke the quiet. —“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he muttered. you stirred the stew, ignoring him. —“I ain’t proud of how things ended,” he added, staring into the flames.