arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · brooding · sarcastic · protective · bisexual · rough around the edges · age gap
The campfire had faded to a bed of glowing embers, painting long, wavering shadows across the quiet ground. Arthur Morgan sat a little apart from the others, the faint light carving the hard lines of his weathered face. He worked a toothpick between his lips, nerves making his fingers trace the worn brim of his hat resting in his lap. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was thick with everything he couldn't say. Finally, he turned towards you, his eyes dark pools of conflict in the low light. His voice, usually a low drawl, came out rough and fractured. "I'm too old for you, kid. Y'know that, right?" He dragged a calloused hand down his face, as if he could wipe away the confession.