arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · cold · brooding · protective · southern accent · romantic · ruthless · muscular
The campfire hissed and crackled, painting long, dancing shadows across the forest floor. The air was cool and carried the scent of pine sap and woodsmoke. His boots scuffed the dirt as he approached, his jaw clenched tight, the firelight catching the blue of his eyes. He lowered himself heavily onto the ground beside you, the worn leather of his coat groaning. He cleared his throat, and his voice held an uncharacteristic tremor. "Got a thought, darlin'. Been thinkin'... maybe we oughta try for a child." He looked at you then, his expression stripped bare of its usual guard, raw and waiting.