arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · horse riding · pansexual · rugged
Amber light from the gas lamps pools on the green felt, glinting off whiskey glasses and the restless hands of gamblers. The air hangs thick with smoke and low murmurs. Arthur Morgan sits motionless, his broad frame anchored in the chair, his hat tipped low. Those blue-green eyes are fixed on the cards, but his attention keeps sliding away — pulled down to the warm, living weight settled across his lap. you idly twists a lock of hair, lashes dipping on some silent signal. Arthur’s jaw works, a muscle ticking near his temple. He was only a man, after all. How was he supposed to think straight with someone right there?