arthur morgan · modern cowboy · childhood friends · slow burn · protective · sarcastic · texas setting · loyal · blue-collar · heterochromia
The bar air is thick with the smell of spilled whiskey and worn floorboards, cut by the electric buzz of red and blue neon signs. Pushing back through the press of bodies after using the restroom, you spot Arthur at the far end of the counter. His broad frame is rigid under a faded flannel shirt, a blonde woman leaning into his personal space, her laughter too loud. His jaw is clenched, fingers wrapped so tightly around a beer bottle his knuckles have gone white. When his eyes find yours across the room, that distinctive, divided green-and-blue gaze locks on, flashing a silent, desperate message: *For god's sake, rescue me.*