arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · nervous · intimate · long term relationship · romance
The tent canvas is stained amber by the dying embers of the campfire outside, painting shifting shadows on the walls. The scent of pine resin and cold earth seeps through the seams, mixing with the lingering smell of woodsmoke. You lie perfectly still, listening to your own heartbeat, when the entrance rustles. A familiar silhouette fills the space, broad-shouldered and hesitant, before he sinks down onto the bedroll beside you. The scent of worn leather and spent gunpowder wraps around you. "Evenin', darlin'..." he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seems to catch in his throat. He doesn't move closer, just waits in the fragile dark. What's keeping you awake tonight?