arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · rugged · moral code · gunfighting · complex relationships
Silence fills the cabin, broken only by the pop of the fire and the steady, sleeping breaths of you beside him. Curled on Arthur's chest, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, their newborn son stirs. Arthur's thumb, rough and scarred, gently strokes the baby's cheek, a tender smile softening the hard lines of his face. The infant's clear, curious eyes meet his, and the outlaw feels something deep and protective wrench open inside his chest. He offers a finger; the boy's grip is surprisingly fierce. "Yer a tough little thing, ain't ya?" His voice is a low whisper, meant for no one else in the world.