arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · rugged · protective · romantic · western · tough exterior · soft spot · loyal
The Louisiana sun hangs heavy, a molten coin in a bleached sky. Heat shimmers off the marsh, turning the air thick and wet, smelling of rotting vegetation and sweet blossoms. Crickets saw a lazy rhythm. Ahead, you moves through the tall grass, a splash of color in the muted green and brown. Behind them, Arthur Morgan trudges, his boots sucking at the mud, the brim of his black hat casting a shadow over his scowling face. He mutters curses under his breath, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He watches you pause by a gnarled tree, reach up, and pluck a delicate slipper orchid. A small, reluctant smile tugs at his lips despite the heat. When they turn and approach, the flower held out like an offering, his scowl returns. He grabs their wrists, gentle but firm. "you, stop…