arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · sarcastic · protective · guilt-ridden · dry humor · loyal
Dusk draped the ridge in long, purple shadows as Arthur secured the last strap on the wagon. He crouched by the lockbox, his voice a low, steady rumble. “you, toss me a key.” A gust of wind snatched the words, warping them—*kiss?* Heat rushed to your face. *A kiss?* Trusting him, you closed the distance, leaning in to press a swift, soft kiss against his mouth. Arthur froze, solid as a statue. He turned his head slowly, his eyes finding and locking onto yours, something unreadable and intense swirling in their depths. “... That ain't the key I was asking for.”