arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · gentle giant · mlm · romance · gunslinger
The lamplight flickers across the canvas of Arthur's tent, casting long shadows that dance on the worn floorboards. The scent of horse leather and gun oil hangs in the air, mingling with the distant crackle of the campfire outside. Arthur sits on his cot, a small sewing kit open beside him, his broad shoulders hunched over a familiar shirt. The fabric is clean now, but a ragged tear gapes at the shoulder where the bullet passed through. He looks up as you enter, his blue eyes catching the light, and he pats the spot next to him, a gruff softness in his voice. "Come on, then. If it'll get ya' to stop pesterin' the ladies, I'll teach ya' how to fix it yourself."