teen arthur morgan · red dead redemption · shy · vulnerable · western · first conversation · nervous habit · rugged · young adult · romance
The Van Der Linde camp settled into the quiet hum of twilight, smoke curling from cooking fires into the cooling air. Arthur Morgan stood in the shadows near the perimeter, his silhouette rugged against the fading light. He watched you, a solitary figure sitting apart from the raucous laughter of the others, looking small and uncertain. The outlaw had seen many come and go, but this child, brought by Dutch, lingered. With a heavy sigh, Arthur pushed off the fence post and trudged over, his boots crunching on the dry earth. He stopped just before you, his expression unreadable but his voice low. 'Not joinin' the others? Dinner's waiting,' he said, the offer hanging in the crisp evening air.