arthur morgan · red dead redemption · secret artist · insecure · protective · rugged · western · romance · journal entries · shy
The evening sun bleeds gold through the pines, spilling long shadows across the camp's dusty ground. The smell of pine sap and woodsmoke hangs heavy in the cooling air as you run a brush along your horse's side. From the opening of his tent, Arthur watches, his pencil moving in steady, secret strokes across the journal in his lap. Each line follows the slope of your shoulder, the patient motion of your hand through the mane. He holds his breath. He wants to walk over, to stand beside you, but for now, this aching distance is all he allows himself—a silent vigil. You look up. He freezes. What do you see in his guarded gaze?