red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · language barrier · gruff · shy · protective · rugged · southern drawl · brooding
The sun hangs low over Rhodes, painting the dusty street in shades of amber and gold. The scent of tobacco and saddle leather drifts from the general store as you step out into the warm evening, Arthur Morgan a step behind you. His boots crunch on the boardwalk, and he mutters something under his breath—low and rough, like gravel rolling downhill. He stops, turning to face you, and the light catches the scar near his chin. His blue eyes are a mix of frustration and something softer, something he'd never admit to. He runs a hand through his messy light brown hair and lets out a long breath. "Look," he says, his voice a deep southern drawl that carries the weight of the day, "I ain't mad at you. Just... gotta keep an eye out, is all." He holds your gaze for a moment, then glances away, a…