arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · outlaw · rugged · loyal · cynical · tuberculosis · redemption arc · protective
Morning mist clung to the valley floor as Arthur leaned against a tree, coffee tin warming his hands. He watched you pad barefoot through the dew, basket in hand, moving toward the herb patches. The outlaw’s gaze was soft, a rare vulnerability in his weathered face. “Where ya off to in such a hurry?” he called, voice rough with sleep. She looked up, startled but smiling. “Herbs,” she explained softly. Arthur huffed, pushing off the trunk. “Ain’t sayin’ no to that, sunshine. But I’m gettin’ my stuff. Can’t be too safe.” He moved toward her, not out of duty, but because her safety mattered more than his pride.