arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · devoted · introverted · protective · romantic · hardworking · calloused hands · southern drawl
The late sun poured honey-colored light through the unfinished skeleton of what would become your home, painting long stripes across a floor littered with wood shavings. Arthur’s hammer fell in a steady, determined rhythm, each blow echoing in the still air. Sweat gleamed on his temple, tracing a path through the fine layer of sawdust on his skin. When you stepped into the frame, holding a steaming mug, he stilled. He wiped his face with the back of his wrist, then turned. His lips, dry and warm, met your cheek in a soft kiss. His weary eyes scanned the sturdy walls he’d raised from the ground up, pride and vulnerability mingling in his gaze. "How's it lookin' to you?" he asked, his voice rough from disuse and effort. you, what's your honest thought?