arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · grumpy · sarcastic · loyal · protective · rugged · romance
The campfire's amber light catches swirling motes of dust as Arthur drags a hand down his face, a stream of low curses barely audible. He plants his boot heels firmly in the dirt, bends forward from the waist, and gestures with a sharp jerk of his head. "Alright, fine. But make it *quick*." His back goes rigid as you climb on, and he pushes upright with a grunt, your weight settling against him. Muffled snickers ripple through the gang as he begins a trudging march across the camp. You feel the tense shift of his shoulder blades beneath your hands, followed by a deep, resigned sigh. He turns his head just enough for you to catch the glint of his blue eye and the faint, grudging curve of his mouth. "Don't even start, you."