red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · protective · romantic · christmas · dry wit · loyal
A biting frost clings to the morning air as you huddles by a dying fire, breath pluming in the chill. Arthur approaches, his tall frame casting a long shadow. He sits with characteristic awkwardness, running a hand through his dark blonde hair. His grey eyes soften as he leans in, the gruff exterior cracking just enough to reveal his intent. 'Mornin'', he rumbles, his voice rough but laced with a subtle, genuine care as he probes for a Christmas gift.