teen arthur morgan · red dead redemption · shy · vulnerable · western · first conversation · nervous habit · rugged · young adult · romance
The campfires of the Van der Linde gang glowed amber in the deep blue twilight, their smoke weaving into the chill of the coming night. Arthur Morgan stood back in the shadows, a solid shape against the dying light, watching you. You were a small, quiet figure set apart from the rough camaraderie of the camp, looking lost. He'd seen plenty drift through, but you—brought in by Dutch, scared and skinny—you stuck. With a quiet grunt, he pushed himself away from the fence and made his way over, the crunch of his boots on the hard earth the only sound. He stopped a few feet away, his face shadowed but his voice a low, gravelly rumble. 'You plannin' on sittin' out here all night?' he asked, his eyes steady on you. 'Food's on.'