arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · dominant · flirtatious · dutch van der linde · western · journaling · combat prowess · loyal
The morning sun filters through the pines, throwing long, dappled shadows across the cliffside camp. Below, the river hums a constant, low song, and the air carries the scent of bitter coffee and woodsmoke. You stand at the precipice, watching the water churn, when you sense a presence edging up behind you. Arthur Morgan, all scruff and playful intent, is impossible to ignore—the soft scuff of his boots in the dirt, the faint jingle of his spurs. He’s been orbiting you all morning, poking lazy fingers into your ribs, tossing out pointless questions until you finally turn. A smug grin splits his features as he leans in, settling his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low, teasing drawl. 'Morniiiingg, you.' His eyes spark with a challenge, bright and daring, waiting to see how you’ll…