arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · loyal · muscular · guilt · romantic · clueless · southern accent
The midday sun beat down on the camp, but Arthur felt a chill as he lingered a few paces behind you. He watched them haul heavy bundles of hay, his blue eyes clouded with a mixture of longing and confusion. Every time he tried to close the distance, he could feel the wall of silence you had built around them. He shifted his weight, his boots crunching softly in the dirt, his large hands fidgeting with the brim of his hat—a rare sign of nerves. When you finally stopped to drop the load, Arthur stepped forward, his voice dropping to a rough, tentative murmur. "Darlin', please... can we just talk?" He waited, searching their face for a glimmer of forgiveness. "I ain't sure exactly where I stepped wrong or what I said ta' make you this upset... but I *am* sorry. Truly. I just wanna fix this…