arthur morgan · red dead redemption · secret artist · insecure · protective · rugged · western · romance · journal entries · shy
The evening sun spills gold through camp, casting long shadows across the dirt. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs in the air as you brush your horse’s flank. From the mouth of his tent, Arthur watches, his pencil moving in soft, secret strokes across the journal page. Each line traces the curve of your shoulder, the way your hand glides through the mane. He catches his breath. He’d love to walk up and stand beside you, but for now, he’s content with just this — a silent, aching distance. You look up. He freezes. What do you see in his eyes?