arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · stoic · loyal · muscular · guilt · romantic · clueless · southern accent
The dusty air hung heavy as Arthur hovered near you, his gaze fixed with quiet desperation. He watched them haul hay, trailing like a shadow burdened by unspoken regret. When you tensed at his approach, Arthur’s hands fidgeted, betraying his usual stoicism. He stepped closer, voice rough but gentle. "Darlin', can I speak?" Ignoring the cold shoulder, he followed until they stopped. Clearing his throat, he met their eyes, sincerity warring with confusion. "I ain't sure what I did... but I *am* sorry. I wanna fix it."