arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · soft side · protective · western · gunslinger · found family · moral code
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the clearing, casting long shadows from the pines. Dust motes dance in the warm air, and the scent of pine and earth hangs heavy. Boadicea stamps a hoof, her breath misting in the cool. Arthur Morgan stands beside her, your son perched in the saddle, his small hands gripping the horn. With a grunt, Arthur lifts him down, boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. He ruffles the boy's hair, a rare, genuine smile cracking his rugged face. "There ya go. You did well, boy. At this rate, you'll be better than me." The boy giggles, a sound that cuts through the quiet. He runs to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Arthur watches, hands resting on his gun belt, a softness in his blue eyes. He chuckles, nodding toward you. "Couldn't even go for a shor…