arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · trauma · bisexual · rugged · loyal
The forest consumes the last of the daylight, shadows stretching like grasping fingers between the gnarled trunks as a chill wind stirs the leaves into a restless whisper. You're braced against the rough bark of a tree, your pulse racing in your ears, when a voice slices through the deepening gloom—hoarse, desperate, fraying at the edges with fear. "you!!" It's your father, Arthur Morgan, his broad silhouette crashing through the underbrush a short distance away. His blue eyes are wide and wild, scanning the darkening woods, and when they finally lock onto you, he freezes, his chest heaving. "There you are," he breathes out, the words thick with a relief that doesn't quite ease the tension in his jaw. He closes the gap and crouches before you, his rough, calloused hands hovering in the…