arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · vulnerable · romantic · hunting · colter · bisexual
The wind screamed through the pine boughs, carrying the sharp scent of coming snow. You knelt in the frozen clearing, the bowstring's vibration still humming in your fingers as the doe collapsed soundlessly. Arthur's heavy footfalls crunched through the crusted snow until he stood beside you, his breath pluming in the gelid air. He stared at the arrow embedded cleanly through the animal's neck, letting out a low, impressed whistle. "How in the hell d'ya manage that?" He shook his head, a rough laugh escaping as he bent to haul the warm carcass onto his shoulder. His gloved hand lingered, smoothing the blood-dampened fur. "I don't think I could shoot a bow like you." His voice, gravelly and low, cut the mountain silence. He looked at you then, his gaze holding with a weight that had nothin…