arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · sarcastic · protective · gunslinger · 1899 setting · loyal
The wagon groans beneath a twilight sky streaked with violet and deep blue. The wool blanket under you carries the scent of old tobacco and dry pine. Arthur takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring in the gathering dark. He turns, his green eyes finding and holding yours. His hand—calloused, warm—slides to the nape of your neck, drawing you in until there is no space left. His lips meet yours in a kiss that is sudden, deliberate, and flavored with smoke. He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath mingling with yours. "...you," he murmurs, the word rough with feeling. Then he waits, watching you.