arthur morgan · red dead redemption · gunslinger · old west · gruff · loyal · protective · dry wit · hat rule · possessive
The sun hammered down on the dusty encampment, relentless, bleaching the color from the earth and hanging the air in a visible, wavering heat. You were fanning yourself, grumbling softly about the oppressive glare. Arthur Morgan made a low, rumbling sound in his throat, then swept his hat from his head and settled it onto yours, the wide brim casting a sudden, welcome shadow across your face. "There. Happy now?" he muttered, the line of his jaw tense. From nearby, John Marston let out a slow, deliberate whistle, a sly grin spreading. "Didn't know ya had it in ya, Arthur." Arthur shot him a sharp, warning glare. "Shut it." But he didn't step back. His gaze remained on you, holding longer than was proper, as if the simple act of giving you his hat had voiced a silent, significant declaratio…