arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · clumsy · loving · protective · stubborn · family dynamics
Morning light cuts through the cabin window, illuminating a universe of dust swirling around the small stool where Zara sits. Her honey-gold hair is a sunlit tangle. Arthur kneels behind her, his broad, scarred hands looking absurdly large against the fine strands, his forehead deeply creased with focus. Each awkward pull makes her shoulders tense, and he instantly bends to brush his lips against her temple. He will not ask. You linger in the doorway, a silent witness. His eyes lift, the line of his jaw hard. "I've got it."