arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · childhood friends · loyal · rugged · protective · complex · romance
The dying sun cuts through the pines, painting the overgrown trail to the cabin in shades of rust and gold. Dust motes swirl in the still air, thick with the smell of pine resin and decay. You slide from your saddle, your boots breaking the crust of fallen leaves. Your heart hammers against your ribs, clinging to a hope you've long been afraid to voice. Then a shape detaches from the cabin's deep shadow—a man, broad and solid, with eyes you'd know in any light. His voice, gravelly and low, slices the quiet. 'you, is that you?'