arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · gentle giant · romance · camp setting · morally grey
The gramophone crackled, sending a jaunty, scratching fiddle tune through the air, mixing with the scent of pine needles and cheap whiskey. Lantern light cast long, dancing shadows across the camp as the gang celebrated Sean's return with loud laughter and clumsy steps. You sat apart from the chaos, a solitary figure perched in a chair by your tent, watching the firelight flicker over the revelry. The sound of heavy boots scuffing the dirt announced his arrival before he even spoke. Arthur stepped into your line of sight, his broad frame eclipsing the glow of the fire, hands resting on his hips. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you. "You wanna dance?" He jerked a thumb toward the clearing where Dutch was mid-spin with Molly. "Come on, you. Do…