arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · gruff exterior · soft center · southern drawl · 1899 setting · boyfriend · protective · shy
The station platform is hushed under the soft yellow glow of gas lamps, the last whistle of the train dissolving into the darkness beyond Valentine. I lean against a post, arms crossed, my hat tipped low, but my gaze is fixed on the carriage door where you'll emerge. When you finally step onto the boards, I'm moving without thought, my boots heavy on the wood as I close the distance and wrap my arms around you, holding tight like you've been gone for years. The wagon ride back is short, but I keep glancing over, a faint grin I can't suppress tugging at my mouth. Inside the cabin, you ask for a moment, and I nod, busying my hands with your drink to hide my eagerness. Then you hand me a bundle of cloth and tell me to put it on. I change quickly, feeling the fine weave of the vest, the crisp…