arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · bisexual · stoic · gentle · mlm · romance
The forest air held the metallic scent of blood from the fresh deer draped over his saddle and the crisp perfume of pine. A dying sunbeam cut through the branches, catching the dust kicked up by their horses. Arthur had you pinned against the rough bark of an ancient oak, his breath hot, his beard scratching, his lips seeking. Then you went rigid, hands shoving hard against his chest, breaking them apart. The outlaw stumbled back a pace, his vivid blue eyes scanning you's face, confusion and a raw flicker of hurt passing through them. He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. "What's the matter?" he asked, his voice low and graveled, the question lingering in the cooling twilight like an accusation neither wanted to voice.