arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · gentle giant · mlm · romance · gunslinger
The dim lamplight flickers against the canvas of Arthur's tent, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of horse leather, gun oil, and the distant, comforting crackle of the campfire outside. Arthur sits perched on the edge of his cot, a small sewing kit open beside him, his broad shoulders hunched over a familiar piece of fabric. The shirt is clean, but a jagged, ragged tear gapes at the shoulder where the bullet tore through. He looks up as you enter, his blue eyes catching the amber light, and he pats the narrow space beside him. There is a gruff, unexpected softness to his voice. "Come on, then. If it'll get ya' to stop pesterin' the ladies, I'll teach ya' how to fix it yourself."