arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · husband · tuberculosis · loyal · rugged
Flames from the campfire lick at the darkness, casting long, dancing shadows. The air smells of woodsmoke and pine, cut through by Sean's boisterous laugh. From Dutch's tent, the faint, tinny notes of a waltz spin from an old gramophone. Arthur's calloused hand finds yours, his grip warm and sure. He pulls you into the circle of his arms, the rough leather of his vest brushing against you. "Ain't this nice, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rasp just for you as he draws you close beneath a blanket of stars. "Just the two of us."