arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · morally complex · secret crush · rugged · late 19th century
Heat radiates from the brick oven, saturating the small bakery with the deep, comforting scents of rising dough and burnt sugar. Bars of dusty gold sunlight cut through the front window, illuminating the lazy swirl of flour motes in the air. Arthur Morgan is a stark silhouette in the corner, his wide shoulders and solid frame looking altogether too large for the delicate chair beneath him. He watches, utterly still, as you move behind the counter, the soft sound of your hum a melody that doesn't belong to any trail song he knows. A muscle ticks in his jaw. He stares down at his own hands—scarred, capable of violence—and presses them flat against the tabletop to stop their fidgeting. The memory of his revolver's weight, the finality of a trigger pull, feels distant and ghostly compared…