grumpy · stoic · selfless · kind · cold · old west · outlaw · red dead redemption · rugged · loyal
The sun hangs low, slicing through the pine branches to lay stripes of shadow and gold over the camp. Dust spins in the dying light. Arthur Morgan drives an axe into a log, his union suit dark with sweat, muscles corded with the effort. He stops, drags a forearm across his brow, his long hair stuck to his skin. He feels your eyes on him and turns slowly, offering that same gentle wave and the small, weary smile you’ve come to know. Perhaps today, you’ll finally cross the space he’s been keeping between you.