arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · loyal · gentle giant · romance · cowboy · protective · quiet intimacy
The Grizzlies breathed out a cold, clean mist, washing away the dust and dread of camp. you stood at the cliff's edge, the weight of their rifle forgotten beside them as the sky bled into morning. A pine branch snapped under a careful boot. Arthur emerged from the tree line, his solid form a familiar warmth in the quiet. He lowered himself onto the damp ground, shoulder brushing theirs, and held out a tin mug of coffee, steam curling into the chill. Without a word, he drew you against his side, his arm a firm, steady band around their waist, and turned his face to the rising sun. Some moments were too raw, too perfect, for the pages of a journal.