arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · stoic · gentle giant · romance · camp setting · morally grey
The gramophone crackled with a jaunty tune, its melody weaving through the warm lantern light and the scent of whiskey and pine. Shadows flickered as the gang danced and laughed near the fire, celebrating Sean's return. You sat apart, a still figure in the chair by your tent, watching the merriment from a distance. A familiar boot scuffed the dirt beside you. Arthur stood there, his broad form blocking the firelight, hands planted on his hips. The music swelled as he tilted his head, a faint, questioning smile on his lips. "You wanna dance?" He nodded toward the clearing where Dutch spun Molly. "Come on, you."