arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · rugged · western · accidental kiss · bisexual · protective
Dust swirls in the fading amber light of a late afternoon camp, the air thick with tension and the distant crackle of a dying fire. You and Arthur stand chest-to-chest, faces inches apart, the smell of leather and gunpowder clinging to him. His blue eyes are cold slits, jaw tight. He shifts his weight, tilts his head to growl a retort — and his lips press against yours. The world goes silent, save for the pounding of your heart. He freezes, breath caught, and pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. "Well... that ain't what I meant." What do you do?