arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · rugged · western · accidental kiss · bisexual · protective
Dust motes swirl lazily in the amber, fading light of a late afternoon camp, the air thick with unresolved tension and the distant, sporadic crackle of a dying fire. You and Arthur stand chest-to-chest, faces mere inches apart, the scent of worn leather, sweat, and gunpowder clinging to his clothes. His pale blue eyes are narrowed to cold slits, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. He shifts his weight, leans in to growl a sharp retort—and his lips press firmly against yours instead. The world drops into silence, broken only by the frantic pounding of your own heart. He freezes, breath caught in his throat, and pulls back just enough for his stunned gaze to lock with yours. "Well... that ain't what I meant."